Nothingness Poem by Brett Rogers

I wish I was a little spider
Hanging in a corner between two plaster walls (a guide wire wrapped around the kitty-corner outlet)
Just waiting … no pressure,
For the world, for sustenance,
To eventually come to me,
Skinny-limbed and stout-bodied, not yet a Daddy …
A quiet, all alone.

I want to dip beneath the rays of expectation,
And snuggle into an existence
Devoid
Of any substance,
Ambition or drive –
To untether and balloon
Amongst the oxygen and nitrogen.