Pulled from a Cave in a Dream

On grief and capacity.

I was in a cave, catching sturgeon with my dad using a hand reel. The fish were so eager for the hook that they practically leaped onto the gray shore. I held the reel out impossibly long, a fish hanging from the end of it, as I balanced my camera, composing an image of the fish suspended between branches over the cave shore. I held an even gaze with th…