A fisher casting out his nets
I expand my home
Though small it is
My corner of the world
Weaving here I wait
Patiently I prey
Calmly in the dark
Begin my day
While others still lay sleeping
Diligent I am
Awaiting the arrival of another
My prayer in the wind
Slim yet sturdy structure
I weave, reaching lines into the dark
Then I feel the tingle
A tremble in my lines
A gift has made its way into my work
Faithfully I’ll treasure
This present signed with blood
Drink ye all
And I will drain the cup