Followers

January 17, 2014

Spider

I spot a small spider
Crawling up my wall
I rise to act, but
Hand poised to strike
I stop to ponder
Why the spider is there
Crawling up my wall
Doing whatever it is
That spiders
Busy themselves with
Minding its own business
Unlike me
Hand poised to strike
Does the spider know I’m there?
Literally
Holding its fate in my hand?
Can it sense me?
Am I its God?
The spider keep crawling
Ignoring or ignorant of my presence
Not demonstrating it knows
I hold its fate in my hand
Minding its own business
Not stopping to ponder God
Is this an act of defiance
Or merely short-sightedness?
Regardless
I rise to act
And the hand of fate
Literally
Strikes
Busying itself with
Minding its own business
Unlike God

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