There is a spider
underneath the ledge
at eye level.
I cannot see it,
though I know
it is there.
At last,
with me in reverie,
it emerges
from its lair
to inspect the balcony.
A moment later,
it scurries back to its shelter.
I wonder why.
Poetry and Perspective
There is a spider
underneath the ledge
at eye level.
I cannot see it,
though I know
it is there.
At last,
with me in reverie,
it emerges
from its lair
to inspect the balcony.
A moment later,
it scurries back to its shelter.
I wonder why.