The spider drops
leaping
from point to point
partnering with air
each string a
possibility
a foundation
endeavouring
through repeated
uncertain
free falls
to build her
tiny bridges
of return
from here to there
a jumble of silk
random and chaotic
becomes a brilliant
framework
most courageously laid
risks taken
reveal themselves
to be
indispensable pathways
of unfolding
and she,
through careful weaving,
joins every line of silk
every choice she made
into the
hard-won substance
of her masterpiece.

She leapt
(again and again
and again)
and the net
appeared.

 

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