Strings meant to catch
Now snap straight in half
The web comes undone
As the spider falls fast
No landing to stick
They all fall away
It was once a given
That things stuck would stay
The ground is gone, too
Or it falls right on through
The spider is lost
In a space that’s untrue
With nothing to hold on
And nowhere to be
The spider is truly
Wholeheartedly free
A Life in Poems 