The fisherwoman’s husband
Went out and did not come back
She was sad, of course
Because her husband was a kind man
But he had always set his eyes
On the mountains
And when a man falls in love
With a mountain
There’s no preventing his climb
That left the fisherwoman
In her little hut by the sea
Wondering what next
Would take up her time
When she returned from the ocean each day
The catch of her morning trip
Gone undiscussed
One day, upon returning home
She found the door to her hut open
And she imagined
That her husband had scaled his mountain
And had come back
To resume their life together
But when she entered the hut
She found a giant trout
Sitting at her kitchen table
Having a cup of tea
The fisherwoman did not panic
Because a fisherwoman
Should never be surprised
To see a fish
No matter how big or the size
Of its teacup
She made herself a cup of tea
With two cubes of sugar
And sat down across from the trout
To listen to its story
The trout had washed up
Right in front of the fisherwoman’s hut
And seeing how cozy and comfortable
The hut looked
The fish invited itself in
Despite knowing how impolite it was
And hoped that the owner of the domicile
Would not mind
It turned out that the fisherwoman
Did not mind
And she invited the trout
To stay for as long as it liked
Little did she know
That the trout was a magical trout
And so that night
After the fisherwoman had made up
A bed for the trout
In the room that once housed
Her husband’s doll collection
The trout worked its magic
And allowed three of the fisherwoman’s dreams
To come true the next day
That’s why when the fisherwoman woke up
She found herself in another house
A much larger one
And with plenty of rooms to explore
And wander through
When she went out to her boat
It had grown in size
And was the mightiest vessel
She had ever seen
Offering her the chance
To sail the world
And see sights previously unknown
To any person on earth
The third dream might seem
To be obvious to you, the person
Experiencing this story
For the first time
You may think
That she dreamt
Of having her husband return
But her husband had his own dreams
And so he’d need to find
His own giant trout
Or seek out making
His dreams come true himself
Instead she dreamt of satisfaction
Because she had been unsure
Of what her life might be like
If she had to spend the rest of it
By herself
The fisherwoman couldn’t know
That her new boat
Would take her to beautiful places
Where she would make wonderful friends
And some would return to her new house with her
And she’d spend many days and nights there
Having lovely conversations
And meals
And making new memories
While her husband was climbing mountains
In Nepal and elsewhere
But the dream wasn’t for company
It was for contentment
Whether there was company or not
And that was what she was given
From the trout who had tea
In her kitchen
The day she returned
From the sea
As for the trout
It returned to the water
And lived a very happy life
Swimming around
And making other dreams
Come true
But that is a story
For another day
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