Monday, October 18, 2010

Joy 22/82: Sleep

While I was sleeping, a passing spider
wove a strand of web from the finial
to the edge of the lamp shade
where it glows with a collection of dust
as I sit across the room reading my book.

Where did he ... she? ... go?
And why just that one strand?
Did his telephone ring?
A friend inviting him to lunch,
making him forget his intended chore?

While I was sleeping, a passing spider
called and left his card,
and now that I am awake, I wonder
who else visits in those dark hours
when my awareness visits the cave of sleep.

2 comments:

  1. All those things that go bump in the night...

    Enjoyed this very much.

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  2. I enjoyed this very much too!

    Even with the bumpy things spinning webs in the night!

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