Spiders
There are spiders in my home,
borne from dark spaces.
Sometimes I see them,
most times I don't.
On windows and mirrors
they set their traps,
casting their veil so thin
that I forget it's there at all.
They hunt not flies nor gnat
but sunshine, light and whimsy:
filter the warmth and joy of life
and distort reality softly.
No insecticide or blunt force
will dissuade these spiders,
for the dark spaces from which they came
will not stop shedding more legg'ed shards.