Spiders do it spinning a yarn
all the way across the wide Atlantic
how is that possible
Barnacles too on the backs of whales
encrusted they hunker down for long journeys
how did all this begin
Fleas on cats especially those three rascals
up at our place the ones who sit in the rain
I'm not even sure what their question might be
And dreaded coqui frogs in flower pots
or truck beds of visitors from the leeward side
testing their shrill philosophical theories all night
Not forgetting the phosphorous at that chemical factory
where my dad worked after the war
how it came on the bus in trouser cuffs and burst in to flames
Trouser cuffs came into it out on Highway 99
back in '68 hitchhiking 200 miles north to Seattle
I guess I got there and back okay each time
Sometimes it feels like everyone's leaving
catching boats or planes off the island
how come I'm still here and where are they going
Aren't we all anyway thanks to gravity
hustling through the elliptical pathways
slowed down only in our own minds
Sticking out a thumb miles from Dublin
eventually got a ride from an electrician who only wanted to say
we don't do that here we just show our hand on the road
Hailing or hitching these are important things
not Salem to Seattle and all the miles between
but the A to B from me to you from you to me
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