Spinneret

Spinneret

Last night, I threw a spider in the yard

A small black star, hurtling towards

a billion blades of grass.

When he hit, did he lift

His eyes and see the stars

His old brothers whose webs

will shimmer and stretch

when our world has bloomed

and gone?

And did his tiny heart sing just

a little: a spark, a simple sigh…

for nothingness, the gentle thread

That binds us all with light

~Wolff Bowden