DEDICATIONS, PLEDGES, COMMITMENTS. For the past. For my own path. For surprises. For mistakes that worked so well. For tomorrow if I'm there. For the next real thing. Then for carrying it all through whatever is necessary. For following the little god who speaks only to me. --William Stafford

Saturday, February 11, 2012

Behold the Jumping Spider


"Come into my parlor," said the spider...

Knowing how these things happen, she
drops a lifeline, and carpets the bare floor
of her parlor with a fine gauze
of her own making. Sometimes,

she lies in wait all morning for
her breakfast, the bacon and eggs,
the warm croissants and jam of flies.
Knowing these things must happen

before the dusty zodiacal light of dusk,
the flies forgive her broken promise
of a quick death. She is so beautiful,
with her eight hydraulic limbs, her colors,

her droll little four-eyed face,
her chelicerae, as she leaps forward
and forward into one long
anointed circle of being.


Deb said...

Love it, Joyce. That last stanza is especially fabulous. The circling forward, the "droll". AND lovelovelove hydronic limbs. So expressive!

yay for spider poems!!!

Kay McKenzie Cooke said...

I agree wholeheartedly with Deb - exquisite poetry Joyce!

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