"Broken Dreams" 



“Brag Later”
 
by H.B. Cimmonz
 
Flags fly,
Boat bashes, 
Waves spray.
Crash of surf,
 Boys chatter 
Fight for servitude. 
Photos,
Instructions,
Gifts.
“Later.”
Wind whips 
Sand, stings. 
Heat, chills, thirst.
Shade the burn.
Squint.
Too tired not to shower.
Rest!
Just let me rest.

The story behind
bragging now about broken dreams . . .

When I was in my late teens, I saw the mount of a large blue marlin hung above a fireplace and heard the wild adventure of the "misses" capturing this captain of the sea.  Although I was a city girl without a clue even where to catch these fish, I decided that I wanted to master one of those monsters.  Fifteen years later, I was blessed with a husband who agreed with me.

We saved our pennies for a trip to the Baja of Mexico’s East Cape. I didn’t catch a blue marlin, but I caught sailfish, dorado, tuna, and a healthy desire to return for another try.  We renewed the penny collecting.

On our third trip over a nine year period, I caught my 350 lb. blue marlin.  The next fish pulled into the boat was my husband’s 300 lb.blue marlin.  We both did it, claimed a victory.  We experienced some of our most difficult fishing conditions that day; the sea was wild with winds and waves due to a passing hurricane that threatened our vacation.

“Brag Later” originated from my diary notes of that day. I didn’t know then that I would be diagnosed with multiple sclerosis five years later. 

My dream of riding the back deck of a cruiser strapped into a fighting chair catching big fish is not broken, nor forgotten.  Like the sailfish magnet that has been falling off the fridge for a few years; the dream still has function and delights my spirit.

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