I’ve decided to hold quiet
counsel with the spiders.
Their webs are skeletons
of survival. They rest and hang
sensitively there. A small breeze may shake them for a moment
But they take a philosophical pose:
a stance against disturbance.
They are there
just to listen.
They are there
just to hold
life, its essence:
so they have more time
to live in the heavy
halls of my home.
Photography credit: Unknown (originally color).
