By All summer a spider, mottled like a cheetah,
managed a web by our kitchen door.
Tap the net
and it would do its eight shoe scuttle.
It went finally:
but the engineering survived –
intricate, pliable, foolproof –
through seasons of drizzle and bluster.
On an April day, a pallid sun
backlit trapped raindrops,
shimmering prisms.
We paused on the step, delighted.
The power of things to strive to be themselves
is absolutely self-regarding,
and unstoppable.
backlitcheetahmottledprismsraindropsspider
Lesley Johnson
January 25, 2010There you go – even as the Bruce – and learning from the same small master … ain’t life strange.
P.S. Love that eight shoe ‘scuttle’.