A heavy dew fell in the night

And drooped the spider's web.

She gathers the heavy threads

Right back into herself.

She waits until the air has cleared of rain

Before she spins again the stunning symmetry 

That is, at once, her love, her art, her living.

Deep tears fell from my eyes all night.

This morning I stretch my

Eight legs out to take my curtains down,

And when the air has cleared, I will

Stretch a new fabric over my bones

And hope a thicker skin

Will serve me better.

-jenn