Holographical Reality Of Spiders Poem by Adora Williams

Observing a spider weave her web
And I thought about the fact that I never
Kill spiders and I've never had
But I could, oh… I so could, with my fingers
I could step on one if I thought they were gross
I could smash them with a broom

But their weaving… It fascinates me
It's like they're keeping some sort of architecture
In place

I understand that. I do that too. I maintain the architecture
Of my perspective the best way I can
Not to see the world I know and the rest of it
Fall to the ground or be decided by —

What if I'm a spider and there's someone
Amused by my craft of weaving webs
And that's the only reason why
I'm not dead