Spider Crystal Ascension by Charles WrightThe spider, juiced crystal and Milky Way, drifts on his web through the night sky
And looks down, waiting for us to ascend . . .
At dawn he is still there, invisible, short of breath, mending his net.
All morning we look for the white face to rise from the lake like a tiny star.
And when it does, we lie back in our watery hair and rock.
2 comments:
That's lovely, Robley! However did you spot him?
Thanks, Joni. Tiny flower crab spiders are everywhere here now -- even on my automobile dashboard. Each year, little critters love my iris, so when I went out after rain to shoot the flowers, I also looked for bugs, expecting to find a katydid nymph (I've seen one already. Instead I saw this little one. He or she was climbing all around the flower, pausing at the peaks in hopes of finding something edible. Then when I got too close, s/he took off into the air, rode the silk to the trunk of a black walnut, and skittered up between pieces of bark, nearly disappearing. Very clever little things, spiders.
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