spidermind at the clothesline

by miriam louisa

St Andrews Cross Spider from www.thisisaustralia.com.au


three dark nights she toiled
throwing a silken mooring-line to the backyard clothesline

three bright mornings she watched it break
as the washing was hung out to dry

next night she cast her thread at the picket fence
and in the morning, strong and secure
raised a cocky eyebrow as I came with my basket

I laughed and I bowed to her -
eight-armed embodiment of the mind of creativity




Instructions for Living A Life:

Pay Attention.
Be Astonished.
Tell About It.

- Mary Oliver

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