When Spiders Come Inside
Strange how the rare moment of threat or ugliness
in nature is inevitably man–induced, and then, by
him, perceived…
— Thoreau’s Journals
Such visionary dangling
from its strand of
pearl-bright filament
today in the sunlit
woods: a tiny cruciform
with glowing spots
along deep sable fur
forgiving all our
lives, like Eden’s
proffered grace. The same
black savage fur that
scurried, humped
& stark (as I watched
helpless from the tub
today) over slick
tiles of our bathroom
floor,
and vanished
like an insult,
a Bosch demon, into damp
cracks, peeling darkly,
in our lower wall…
Header image by Suzanne Stryk.