Little Gears

I watched a spider build her web

It's something I’d never done before

I assumed it was a three-day event

As intricate as they are

As fragile as they are

But she finished it in less than an hour

I felt cheated by how easy it was

No mistakes, no missteps

Born yesterday with the gears of an atomic clock

Is she nothing but a program like love?

A smell on the air that tells us when to go?

Oh, why can't she stay that miracle?

A story written out in stars

And why isn't that еnough?

Why do people need to feel so special all thе time?

So above it all

This morning I went back to see her

To see if she’d caught some fidgety dinner, but her web was gone

Just a few threads hanging on to where they'd begun

You see, a bird or a breeze can be a hurricane to the little things

Why do people need to feel so important all the time?

So above it all

We all crave some wildness we cannot know

We all crave some wildness, some hit and run

To glimpse the side-eyed blurry hide

And thrill at the marks it leaves behind

The police report, an I.O.U

For a miracle which reads:

"Please, stay here on Earth with me

And I'll try not to explain everything away

Little spider"