Spider and Snake

None shall know
of the zephyr’s passage
or the secret story
its passing foretells,
it drifts through ancient rafters
rustling webs among the eaves
awakening a lazy brown spider
at the center of her tattered web,
legs flexing
fluid spinning
she dances in preparation
for the coming generation.

This homespun globe spirals
into the sun
with a lamb upon a spit
once tender flesh crackles
above glowing embers,
while the hungry sit and watch
their tired tongues flickering
in the desert sun
their stretched bodies slither and writhe
sliding over crystalline sand
as they flee the unforgiving.

Yet that glowing global ember
grows even larger
until it slowly settles in the sea
orange light spilling
drifting through the rafters
through cracks in the walls,
and the brown spider
hunger now abated
curling her legs beneath her
patiently awaits the next zephyr.