Sir spider suspended,


but for the invisible

jarring of his aerial


Does it frighten him

to be held by

strength he cannot see,

to scuttle across the

sky, limb to leaf

knowing the opposite


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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