Winter poets pause

Laughter and verse awaken

Warm words wave good night

                                         ©  Pat Meade


 

Fragile arc caught in a vacant sky
I must move out from the homeport
But to where and why?
And what is this feeling that comes from within?
That prods and pulls again and again
And but what’s out there? What’s on the other side?
And if it rains or I am taken by the wind
And besides I only have seven legs while others have eight
But still I must go. I must have faith.
Do I really know to where I am going?
Am I even half way to a destination unknown?
Wait! Does it matter to where I am going?
Does it matter how far I have gone?
For I have decided not to stay in this web
And I have decided not to bury my head
For I am a SPIDER and a SPIDER must spy
And I am a SPIDER and a SPIDER must spin
Does it matter if I get blown away in the wind?
For I am still a spider and I will start all over again.

                                                                       © Pat Meade