Like a spider I knit
life—a new web.
Easier, not intricate.
A single triangle
of shawl. It will
wrap over shoulders
cross my heart
and tie itself together
in the back. Woolen
armor against a cold
world. My own hug.
Like a spider I wait.
Winding a new way
through solitary days
hoping the familiar
web: house, garden,
granddaughter, keeps
me fed. Bound to
life. Understanding
security’s only a
myth people tell
themselves to ease
a fear—of spiders
or other bugs.
Knowing the only
way out is to dangle
from a spit-spun
thread trusting
mystery to see me
from this world to
another transformed.

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