DescentBB

Code: Select all

Finitude


I am a spider in a tree. 
      I spin a web between branches
            and sit in the middle.
      Swaying branches, stretchy web,
            and it supports me.

I once saw another spider
      spin a web on these same branches
            and sit in the middle.
      Same branches, different web
            and it supported him.

If I leave my web
      and climb the branches
            and sit up high,
      I can look down and see
            different webs,
                  myriad
                        possibilites.

I am free of my own web,
      up in the thin and swaying branches,
            where I sit exposed.
      Whipping winds, beating sun--
            I am at the mercy of unfathomable forces!

I pitifully cling lest I tumble off into the void,
      only a tiny spider in a world too vast for me.
            And this is virtue?
      I cannot hope to hold on,
            so I jump.

            And abandon myself to the mercy of the Rock.