spinning self

 

I want to be a spider

 

make home

wherever I land—

trumpet vine, clothesline

rafter, corner, catalpa

Canada, Kentucky, Kathmandu

 

spin

self into silky rhyme scheme

of geometry to discover

my body’s poetry

 

shimmer

in Sun beams when

they greet me in Forest

and melt into Shadow

when I want solitude

 

savor

whatever comes my way

trusting its nourishment

trusting I seize

what I need

 

    and when Storms

endanger or destroy 

what I embody 

 

may I leap into

the unknown

knowing

I always 

catch

myself