Spider’s Silk

House spider tucks in.

Clean laundry, warmth,

Juicy fly dreams –

Setting up house

It’s all about location –

Window, door, wall,

Or ceiling.

I, also, sleep.

I dream.

My web needs work.

My silks, purchased.

Her silks trap meals;

Mine, comfort, beauty.

When Spider wakes, she asks to weave a set

Of curtains with her silk.

I can sketch flowers for your windows, says

Spider.

She works.

She works days and nights.

I marvel.

Roses, dahlias, periwinkle, hyacinth –

A set of curtains, a canopy for my

Bed…

She is exhausted, proud. She beams.

I want to embrace her.

This wonder of eyes, silk, and friendship

I let her rest in my

Sweaters.

I hear her tiny heat beat. Her softest

Breathing

She sleeps. She dreams.

I sleep. I dream.

Softness. Comfort.