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.
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!