I held on
It slipped at first
But I held it
Until it slipped some more
I grabbed it hand over hand
As if a tug of war
But it was a fish
Wet and slimy
I dug my nails in
They drew blood
But I held
When it bit back I withdrew
As I released it smoothly glided through my hands
I felt it’s beauty
I saw it’s sparkle
Even as it’s gone
I see it’s shine
It’s dim but it’s there
*photo courtesy of my my talented daughter