After John 3
A long-legged spider
Just descended from the trees
Suspended by her thread,
She dipped her head in water
And rose up
As quickly as she came
Gathering hungrily
With forelegs, the thread
And her body,
Deftly ascending back into the branches,
Cradling between her head and thorax
A single drop of water
Which I saw and could believe
A jewel
That caught the morning light
When she spun around and up
In the gentle blow
Of wind I barely felt.
You can listen to me read it here
https://soundcloud.com/benwhitepoetry/of-water-and-of-wind
Today, if you hear his voice 