The Spider Web

Meeting you was like walking into a spider web,
Not as an insect or prey being trapped,
But as someone fully grown and wary of their path.

A few silks stretched across two branches,
Unseen and not yet formed into their full complexity.
We meet, and I feel the silks brush my face and arms.
Though gentle, I feared the creator of that web,
Where they had been, what they had planned to trap.

A frantic dance begins.
The silks vanish from my senses, and the spider reveals itself.
Small, it simply does what it knows.

Now, I no longer feel the web,
And I continue on my path.


— Carrie Lipscomb

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