Taut and tense
Golden orb night weaver
Tendrils spread out like a latent bird in flight.
Morning light catches the dew drops
A glint of gold amongst the fog
The wires are a buzzin’
But no one answers the call.
I cup my hands and breathe of them
Condensation fills the space
There’s a chill in the air
And I’m such a long way from home.
The sun breaks through like a gospel choir
Is there a riddle in all of this?
I put on my coat and shake of the ridiculous.
My shoes feel frozen
My thoughts don’t move
Give me five to revive
Retrieve the moment then discard it.
The threads above move
The spider waits patiently to find another’s end
But its another day another hunger
Empty nets she has cast.
I feel like her you know
Web woved and held in place
Waiting for the feast
So scared of tomorrow
And tired of today
I poke at the dying fire
tiny embers flick and fade
I need to move past this refrain
I say goodbye to my friend and wish her luck
There’s really nothing else to say.
2010
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