Simon and Andrew, Summoned

Then they left their nets
and followed him. (Mark 1:18)

He divines the spring in their hearts,
unclogs it
from within.
He sees in their eyes
a rush like fresh water.

Not command but invitation:
“Come, follow me.”
Not “Throw your nets away,”

but they do –

fling them aside,
cast them off with abandon,
leave them to wilt on the sand
where they used to live.

The universe of fish and nets,
of knots, tangled and tied,
unravels under the scorching sun.

Crumbling too, the masts and sinews
of the life these crusty fishers
thought
was theirs
to live.

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