Spider Song

If you listened today you would have heard the memory of magic
of sorts
as what is magic if not a moving moment of possibility?

There, hanging from a thread, glassed visions of repeat and seen
and there
walking the edge of rim, upon a world barrier set so
define…

such tiny bodies and tiny feet
everywhere
down and up and over and
here…

such beauty is how they seem
with yet
another moment
to listen
as they sing

such songs today as the moth held parade
a yellow jacket searched the jacket for food
while still
the spiders sang…

even now, deep inside where the web is tight
even now,
a spider sings.