Every night at dusk
from the edge of the balcony
across the space to the elm tree,
I watch a spider spin an invisible web.
Back and forth she travels,
suspended on her tightrope,
preparing for insects who will drift unaware
into her invisible net, like youth into middle age.
Aug 26, 2018
Aug 26, 2018 at 12:48 AM UTC
Every night at dusk
from the edge of the balcony
across the space to the elm tree,
I watch a spider spin an invisible web.
Back and forth she travels,
suspended on her tightrope,
preparing for insects who will drift unaware
into her invisible net, like youth into middle age.