Thursday, June 15, 2017
Spider and Worm
Delicately delicate, she suspends it in space,
and spins from her scuttle this air-strewn lace.
Over and over and over again she splices
spidery substance with spot-on slashes
wider and wider through space/time she dashes.
So silvery it shines in morning light
inspiring this human with her shimmering site.
Meanwhile down way down in earthen ground
wiggly worm weaves his way around,
dirty and grubby and stubby and slow
crawling and hauling his humus so low.
He don't see no nothin'; he just go and go
through sludgy mud and slimy cruds
in soils he toils, 'til shovel turns over his boring drudge.
These two together are wild working partisans:
the annelid laborer and this arachnid artisan.
Master worm slung low, Madame spider spinning high,
dug in dirty and low and strung up in airy high,
until both annelid and arachnid do wear out and expire.
The earth and the sky turn lower and higher.