God of spider webs
God of the fisherman’s net
You catch the greatest game
with the thinnest of threads.
Your creel is filled with fish
You roast goodness over charcoal for breakfast
You bake my bread early in the morning
You wake me for a walk by water whirling, and why?
Because if even one strand connects my heart to yours
I too will have a happy hook in my lip.
Adam G. Fleming 