There was a spider in the sink,

And I was just a fly,

But in the time it took for me to think,

I had become entangled.

And try as I might,

I could not shake the association. 

And then, suddenly! divine intervention!

A human being entered the bathroom 

And turned on the light,

And then shrieked at the sight

Of a big hairy black spider

Struggling, now, to crawl

Against the striking white backdrop of the sink.

And she screamed again at the brash duality she perceived,

And called for her son,

Who came and turned the water on,

And the itsy bitsy one went down the drain.

But alas, did I hope in vain?

For just as surely, though just as surely an afterthought,

The one heel I had which was caught

Held fast

And drug me down the drain, struggling, too,

Striving but, at last,

To no avail.

Maybe in my next life I’ll return,

As anyone should

Who hasn’t learned:

All things are One.

And maybe I’ll realize I’m still a part of that spider.

But maybe the spider will return

As a beautiful blue heron who sings from the center of the river,

And maybe I will be the river 

That runs as a web of sparkling rivulets over his winsome feet.

-jenn