Do you ever pause to consider,
when encountering a spider,
the forces prompting her to throw wider
that web of glistening power?

She works in the absence of sound
where thought is exclusively found.
Her industry may appear ill-spent
until her artistry anchors the miracle of intent.

For then we see most beguilingly
how connected the two must be – 
the web captures the unsuspecting feed
in quantity enough to sustain the spider’s need.

O, thoughtful spider, may your energies never cease
as you hesitate, consider, and release,
charting the mystery of delicate spin
to weave and weave and begin again.

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