A spider is building
a web on my van,
like an unsung member
of the circus
of sun

It's not the first time—
often I see
the guy lines set by other members
of his circus
extending from my van
to the evergreen metropolis
of chirping birds
above

It's a large web,
as tall as the van,
almost,
if you count
the stabilization ropes

I guess this means I'm not going anywhere at the moment

This season is all about forgiveness

Remember Lázaro from Ojinaga

The spider is hanging out in the middle
of his translucent sail now

The wind is tossing him around
quite a bit

I wonder if he's on lookout
in the spider's nest

Will there be a mutiny,
or a wasp attack
on the Spider Bounty?

A mutiny of one

He doesn't want to go around The Horn

For now though, it's clear
sailing,
and the fronds from the palm tree
growing through the wall
are shining in the
sun

All I want is to go home

Remember Lázaro from Ojinaga,
and what he said about being condemned
by God for unforgiveness

It's not a joke

Embrace that pain

Discard the pain of your injustice

Pursue the innocent things—God will
deal with the nonsense
soon enough, though
perhaps not soon enough for my taste, but
who am I?

Soon enough is soon enough

Don't let those devils in

Think of the little girl at the tienda,
who wanted to work the machine herself,
and make change for your soda

Remember her mom telling her to say "thank you,"
after you gave her a Spanish Chick tract,
a tract for children named
Mi Mejor Amigo, My Best
Friend,
and how it felt to tell her that
Jesus is mi mejor amigo too

Let the tough guys chew on that

Let them keep their bluebirds down

Me, I choose to weep

Better now than later...