"Relationship With a Spider" - Alx Johns
Is a real possibility
when you find her,
in wintertime
minding three eggs in a cold basement,
alive?
She founded her web in part
on a book you need,
but to move it would mean
wrecking her reason to be:
those little spheres
suspended like tiny planets,
earth-colored fruits
on translucent limbs.
Breathe out, and she stirs.
The string-thrum music through her
feet then abdomen. A Romanian
saint spent sixteen years
in solitary confinement
with a single roach
to confide in, and he loved her who
kept him alive and sane.
They conversed,
and he gave her a name.
Were enough days permitted to pass,
The Lord would have had
to allow a taste from that Tree.
You won't disturb spider further.
She
gets to stay. The way
Love grows
in a cave.
"Relationship With a Spider" was originally published online at Town Creek Poetry.
