spider found itself a new home,
web the usual way.
spin is its life’s work.
is something in the air.
A storm is
coming your way.
that you are not swept away.
stormy rains thrash against the web.
spider holds on to whatever
connected to its web.
arises, neither web nor spider to see.
it go? What is its fate?
you are, a new web is spun its usual way.
© 2012 MUSE (Ute Sonja Elisabeth Medley)