Gossamer Spell
This spider secret wants to be poem.
It doesn't want to just be said
it wants to swing wildly in
warm air
procuring every sparkle of light for its weighty end.
Its emissary thin and mild
spinning furiously nameless
on behalf of all
the unseen matters that
tangle in every whisper.
This spell says
start with nothing
but pink wet flowers and tiredness
a wish to stop questioning every move.
Sit still with the world
while it comes to you
heavy and light
bound taut
endless
and bright.
Every rapid run the music of the silken emissary
becomes a steady incantation a secret said aloud
now now never now never when ever now now now