05 April 2010


by Chris Rhetts

When I was young
my sister returned for me to God
the power of decision.

Now I chant, but softly,
and spin the little prayer wheel
she left to me.

Sir, I,
am as a water spider,
held to life by surface tension,
minion of conceit, and fashionable pretension,
trading only in the narrows
in jellied words and common urges.
A water spider,
which the least of rain submerges.

1 comment:

  1. VOTE

    Such a tough call, but my heart goes with this one. Love the water spider imagery. And I know the feeling. :)


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