ARACHNE

Spiders like to dance in air,
turning on silken strands,
In the age tested formula
of run
measure
spin
and climb again
To that magic place
where another spoke 
joins the wheel.

All of this many-eyed spider thing
is an art,
molded around
the eternal call to spin, 
feast
and await
The delicate plucking wand
announcing the ordained arrival
of the next generation, carried
In the finely formed inner parts
of the other half.

Who dares ignore this lesson
in the balance of things?
Look! It is finished
and she sits
in the geometric center,
A delicate genius
born with all
the eternal answers.