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:
Tell About It.
– Mary Oliver
3 thoughts on “spidermind at the clothesline”
simple instructions yet brilliant!
Magnificent–the spider and the instructions!