|
Spider
by Steven Craig
I noticed motion ...
something black,
small,
multi-legged,
just there across from me,
over the sofa,
upon the Chinese plant table,
used to hold the fossil relic bookends
and the Griffin and Sabine Trilogy...
an old glass that once held orange juice
was waiting its turn to be noticed,
it was there
that the motion
was calling my attention...
The small, fast creature was darting along the edge,
turning to look in,
then,
out...
I took it at first to be an ant.
But the crook of the legs,
the stance when its head was down,
could only be that of an arachnid,
hunting.
Quickly it moved,
and then vanished with a bound.
Behind the fragment of bic pen cap
In a moment,
it was nearer me,
seeking along the edge
of my small notebook
upon the sofa too,
coming nearer,
ever nearer..
closer
to
me.
At last,
it stopped,
and multi-eyed me.
It considered its path,
and the future that would depend upon it.
It crouched as I bent toward it,
and flourished its front legs in the air.
I, for my part,
admired its coloration's,
its detailed form,
its deadly characteristics.
Here was destiny,
face to face
with reality.
Agnus Dei echoed through the room.
A chain of life forms unbroken
from creation in ancient seas
to this very nigh
had brought it
into my presence.
What cruel fate.
To end such a long
and at times desperate existence
for all the millennia of its ancestors,
their struggle to survive
and grow,
finding shelter where they could,
with random
and at times
non existent meals...
avoiding perdition and floods
and the chill of winter...
Here,
upon my notebooks edge,
was this final product of guts and brawn....
And he was gone ....
heading back
behind his picture frame on the wall....
he comes out almost every night about now,
just to tease existence with his presence...
The spider,
Seemed to care not
Not to ponder these thoughts in the least
Nor to be interested
Not in the weight of evolution
Or of the countless permutations of events
The chemical and earthly oscillations
Those that made his atoms different
From that of the dust I never cleaned after.
No.
Not this one at least.
Oppss..... crushed by the keyboard....
Shame.
03/16/2008
Posted on 03/16/2008
Copyright © 2024 Steven Craig
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by A. Paige White on 03/16/08 at 02:43 PM Now see, that's the difference in our personalities... you sit there and find cause for serious contemplation. When I'm in the gaze of the multi-eyed, it's time to get a swatter. Love how you were inspired! |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 03/16/08 at 03:32 PM Even though I suspected the ending, I enjoyed the journey very much. |
|
