Into the Forest of Her Dreams
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Written about a walking path at Burleigh Head National Park,
Someone riding a bike ahead of me must have run over this amazing spider.
It moved its last as I came upon it. .I did watercolor of it from memory. Nature is disappearing before we can discover it all
Came a spider from a hollow log
to cross the man-made path!"
No camouflage to blend her gum-nut abdomen,
or twiggy legs of crimson dark.
Like spinning time, a wheel of death had struck,
(as if a falling star went out)
and someone slightly puzzled by the final stillness,
silently upset, (inwardly troubled)
thought of its demise, as if she'd failed it in some way.
She stared as if it might recover -
gather its flimsy legs, and carry that gumnut abdomen,
back into the mystery of the leafy canopy
into the silent forest of her dreams
Not you and not the spider could
comprehend her sadness.
Who would ever understand her grief?
Copyright © Suzanne Delaney | Year Posted 2024
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