………..The Spider………..                     
©  Pat Meade                      
 

Fragile arc caught in a vacant sky

I must move out from the homeport

But to where and why?

And what is this feeling that comes from within?

That prods and pulls again and again

And what’s out there? What’s on the other side?

And if I am washed away by the morning rains

And LISTEN to that rumbling wind

And besides I only have seven legs while others have eight

But still I must go. I must have faith.

Do I really know to where I am going?

Am I even half way to a destination unknown?

Wait! Does it matter to where I am going?

Does it matter how far I have gone?

For I have decided not to stay in this web

And I have decided not to bury my head

For I am a SPIDER and a SPIDER must spy

And I am a SPIDER and a SPIDER must spin

Does it matter if I get blown away in the wind?

For I am still a spider and I will start all over again.