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If I Am Spider

If I am spider, spinning

out my own essence into being,

it is no web I build to feed on

but a gossamer lifeline flung onto thin air

that I may rise, and ride the high winds

of passage, nearing the stars

to see this small earth rainbow-whole.

And if I come to rest somewhere,

may it be on some small new island

thrust up by the restless sea.

And I shall sit there and brood

sea-strange images

reflected in the thousand facets

of my wondering eyes.