August 23, 2011 § 9 Comments
While trying to capture a particular experience – at which I was absolutely unsuccessful – this poem came. I love spider imagery. While this one may not make sense to any one but me, I still like it – because it’s mine.
Some days I walk on spider legs,
I trip myself with longing
So I fall into a spiral-shell,
invisible — no, barely seen
Is there spider CPR?
Can you shock me into light?
Into the watermelon dawn?
Breathe into my closing lungs and
expand my chest? Force my legs
to twitch, make my muscles leap?
Wake me when you build the room that holds the room for me