Lonesome spider,
Lone so me
yet I do not cling
on a desert ceiling.
I cling to terra
testosterone in a
field.
The one I glance at
on my way home.
A space set apart
to bend my neck
to the little low
creatures and
blades bendable.
Lone so me
set apart for
moments at a time
for restoration
and grazing.
I do not cling
on a desert ceiling.
I rest in spring
and solitude.
Gerald the Writer 
Was so great seeing your avatar – had to say hi!
Like this look at the spider – I notice each day a new crop. And then there is life etched in there…
Hope all is well 🙂
Just started using WordPress and am slow on picking up on it’s nuances. I especailly want to figure out how to comment on other blogs better…especially blogger…which a lot of my writer freinds use. Thanks for stopping by…all is well, just super busy with the family and work and I miss writing.
smiles. a peaceful little ritual in seeing a spider…sounds like you are clinging to thhe right things in the end…hope things slow down for you soon enough jerry….
Thanks Brian
resting in spring and solitude sounds good to me…