If Wishes Were Fishes

If wishes were fishes, the sea would be full.

                   (a misquotation of an English nursery rhyme)

And I would divert all those fishes

into the mouth of the Rio Grande near Creede, Colorado.

(Any fish that couldn’t survive the transition

from saltwater to freshwater


isn’t worth my time.)

I would not tell you these fishes were wishes.

I’d just give you some basic fly-fishing equipment.

You must cast your own arc, set your own hook,

catch your own wish.

Skin it. Filet it. Pan fry it in butter

with a squeeze of lemon and a splash of white wine.

Adorn it with a sprig of rosemary. Lift

your fork to your mouth



You are full.


  1. Okay — you hooked me!

    This is wonderful — and I love the idea of if the fish were wishes it would be up to me to bring them into the pan!

  2. Suddenly, I am thinking of Dr. Seuss:

    My name is Ish.
    On my hand I have a dish.
    I have a dish
    to help me wish.
    When I wish to make a wish
    I wave my hand with a big swish swish.
    Then I say, “I wish for fish!’

    If you wish to wish a wish,
    you may swish for fish
    with my Ish wish dish

  3. letting it fly…

  4. I have no poetic response for you, Megan. Just a nod of appreciation and thanks.

  5. I am thinking, “Wow. Those have to be some hearty wishes/fishes.” And then I thought, “Wow, those wishes/fishes sure underwent some transformations on the way to making full.” Sounds like some of my prayer fishes.

  6. Really love this! I’m thinkiing I might print it for my bathroom mirror. 🙂