We are spiders, we are water
Every moment we hang on the cusp of destiny
Our created destiny, our mani-fest-iny, let’s say…
And, dripping from the moment’s ease, like dew drops of dawn
We fall off the leaves of trees and sputter on into the day
The days collect then, wrapped in spider silk, waiting to burst
Forth, from an egg sack of uncertainty, and we, confused, coerced,
Wait. We wait and theorize,
As if we could at last surmise
Where to go. What to do.
Are we spiderlings to jump the wind?
Are we water drops to dance and spin?
Are we complicated animals, or perhaps earth’s consciousness?
Or ego-centered, selfish apes consuming our own dominance?
Let the mist fracture our minds into rainbows, let the sun scatter our brilliance
Let’s let go of dangling, deadly shadows, grasp the real in earthly resilience
