21 April – Live wire

The harvest spider drops,
like a trick in slow motion,
but I have conquered arachnophobia
so there’s no panicked emotion.
Instead I stop to watch
as he begins to re-ascend –
eight double-kneed pincers
climb an invisible sheer thread.
What a feat of balance,
of strength and precision,
to defy thin air
with vertical tight-rope vision.
It’s like a circus side show
right here in my living room,
I hope there’s a matinee scheduled
for tomorrow afternoon.