Sir spider suspended,
still
but for the invisible
jarring of his aerial
abode,
does it frighten him
to be held by
strength he cannot see,
to scuttle across the
sky, limb to leaf
knowing the opposite
anchored
end could detach in a blink?
Still he spins in space
hovers in my way
'til I swat him down
and lament, "My God to have
the faith of a spider."
