Like Tom Cruise suspended in Mission Impossible
a spider on a trail of smoke
hangs from my kitchen light bulb.
On his back, his limbs like needles
he knits and purls and slips and loops,
then throws out skein.
Suddenly he reins in and pulls
and draws and gathers into himself
a ball of filigree silver.Then scampers
up vertical slope.
Rock climber, sky diver, silk spinner, weave maker.
I think you must have seen me watching...