That is the way
I would like to meet the world,
my work both beautiful
and useful,
bringing into any
dark corner a lattice
for gathering light.
And though I may
be feared, hated, reviled,
still, I’d show up,
delicate and fierce,
I’d show up.
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I love spiders and the more I learn about them (largely from my spider-enthusiast offspring) the more I marvel at them. Thank you for this perfect ode to arachnophilia.
Thanks, Laura … it was funny, as my friend Hannie pointed out this poem came on the heels of dreaming that a spider crawled into my mouth (er, let’s hope it was a dream), and perhaps I have been dosed with spider medicine?? I marvel at them, too … and isn’t it amazing what our offspring teach us??