The spider hung loose
arms out, embracing the world
swinging in breeze-time

There was nothing so
Great as upside-down free form
Dance, waiting on silk

To form in the belly
And drop down again, suspense
And patience meeting


She is building one
Giant catastrophe-prone
Dream-catcher haunt for

Guests who turn liquid
When she gives them a small kiss,
Insides melted down

To delight her tongue
And build her shell bigger yet--
A palace of  schemes.

So she dreams, head down
Legs spiralling in the wind
And holds the sky up.