Raymond Carver - For Tess lyrics

FOR TESS Out on the Strait the water is whitecapping As they say here. It's rough and I'm glad I'm not out. Glad I fished all day on Morse Creek, casting a red Daredevil back and forth. I didn't catch anything. No bites even, not one. But it was okay. It was fine! I carried your dad's pocketknife and was followed for awhile by a dog its owner called Dixie. At times I felt so happy I had to quit fishing. Once I lay on the bank with my eyes closed, listening to the sound the water made, and to the wind in the tops of the trees. The same wind that blows out on the Strait, but a different wind, too. For awhile I even let myself imagine that I had died - and that was all right, at least for a couple of minutes, until it really sank in: Dead. As I was laying there with my eyes closed, just after I'd imagined what it might be like if in fact I never got up again, I thought of you. I opened my eyes then and got right up and went back to being happy again I'm grateful to you, you see. I wanted to tell you.