Sir spider suspended,
still
but for the invisible
jarring of his aerial
abode.
Does it frighten him
to be held by
strength he cannot see,
to scuttle across the
sky, limb to leaf
knowing the opposite
anchored
end could detach in a blink?
Still he spins in space,
hovers across my path
while I dodge and duck
and pray, Dear God to have
faith of a spider.
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Published by Jody Lee Collins
Now that I'm retired from 25 years of elementary teaching, I am able to spend time in my happy place--at my desk where I read and write as often as I can.
When I'm not at my desk, you can find me in my other happy place--the garden, watering, weeding and worshipping. My husband and I live near Seattle and close enough to my two grown children and grandchildren that I'm able to hug them often. That is my greatest joy.
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Love your poem, Jody! Spiders do seem fearless, don't they? I love it when creation teaches us life lessons.
Love this, Jody. Thank you.
Ha! Awesome. Indeed!