I find myself at a roadblock. A Conversation begins between us two beings, one of us filled with Fearlessness and Compassion, the other filled with Vermont and trout fishing in America.

I find myself at a roadblock. Trout fishing in America is unabridged, and two beings wrestle for life between the two sides of a line. Two beginnings between us filled with feeling these shoulders. Two beings and two beings, one of compassion and one of whistling into the dark.

I find myself at a roadblock. Vermont holds me. I and two beings go trout fishing in America. Fishing for whistling trout and even though these are my shoulders, a conversation begins, and I wrestle FOR LIFE.

I find myself at a roadblock. I whistle, and my life feels unabridged.

Even though I find myself at a roadblock, even though I whistle for compassion, even though a dark, dark road fills us with unabridged conversations, even though life between us separates, I find myself beginning to wrestle for the life of Trout fishing in America.

I find myself at a roadblock between a line of Vermonts.

I find myself filled with shoulders of compassion and trout fishing in America.

AMEN.