Thailand, 2016, Poem #1

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.


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