Life in a Northern Town

Little Worlds

Torn

I tore the web of a black and yellow spider

 in the brash of weeds

and down she came on her surplus of legs

each of which

touched me and really the touch wasn't much

but then the way

if a spider can she looked at me

clearly somewhere between

outraged and heartbroken made me say "I'm sorry

to have wrecked your home

your nest your larder" to which she said nothing

only for an instant

pouched on my wrist then swung herself off

on the thinnest of strings

back into the world. This pretty, this perilous world.

Mary Oliver