When I recognize the gift the spider gives
As she walks on air, teaching me many valuable
Lessons like how to make a robe of gossamer gold
And hang a tale on a tree with jagged
Angles that slow down the universe to paying
Attention to its spinning from her center.
This threading together, observed for eons,
Is more important than my fear of the way She
Moves and the way She sees me with her eights.
If I draw back from her, too, then I fail to
Notice her fine fur and courage of her size.
Gifts and fear don’t go together well, and so
I concentrate on her gifts and wonder at the
Reach of the dewy lace divine that I might give.