Results of a tiny spider
drifting from our big woods
onto our large deck, and
landing on the fabric of my pants, Dockers ®,
then climbing upon my notebook, Mead ®,
walking on eight legs over my Words ©
then nudged with my pen, uni-ball ® :
Dangling down from my pen,
it dropped fast on a vertical lifeline,
instantly stretching to 12 inches long.
Then increasing to four feet long,
to travel horizontally in a slight breeze.
Then eight feet long,
trending diagonally upward.
Now twelve feet long,
as he is lifted up and away
on this nearly invisible thread.
Displaying a skillful escape
from harassment, to land
where he will... into the next
available, cooperative tree.
Me, a mere witness to this miracle fiber.
My attention captured by this tiny spider.
Astonished enough to dangle a few lines
composed of mere letters and words of this kind.
© 2013 Richard Havenga