Spider-Man, Spider-Man, Doesn't Do Every Thing a Spider Can

A spider web in the sun
Have you ever seen something like that? Just a tiny, fragile, spider web, glinting in the sun?

I kept watch, as the tiny spider was going up and down, about it
How delightful it was to capture a sliver of life

I wonder if I'm being watched as something like that -- which I wouldn't mind

I wonder if it could catch the complexity of me
Just as I wonder: am I catching the complexity of the spider, myself?
Or just allow myself to wonder -- and wander

This beautiful thing I'm watching, its patterns, and its movements
Are they akin to my movements and patterns?
My insanity -- because I'm not sane, I don't hold these patterns
I scream, I laugh, I cry, I write, I sing, I despair, almost as much as I hope -- I hope

This is nothing. In the grand scheme of things, this is nothing
Yet I feel we matter, I feel the spider matters, it matters to me

It matters a lot to itself -- I hope

I see the glint, still, from the corner of my eye
I recorded the picture, without wanting to invade its privacy
But it was beautiful, it shone, it shone through, it made me feel... something
Even when I feel I'm closer to nothing

But that's a problem I have to deal with, myself

The spider is there, it delights me
It doesn't care about me
But I, somehow, care a lot about the spider

First of all: because I was arachnophobic
Second of all: because I now love them a bit more than I love myself

(itsy)

(bitsy)

(spider)

And that's unfair.