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