I have just caught a glimpse of it,
it has disappeared now under a picture,
tiny legs progressing, tiny
hints of forwardness.
Tiny but well defined.
For me an appreciation
of the warmth in my home
Since it’s almost winter outside
with freezing fog in a spreading bite,
so I can’t but like feeling I have
an oasis inside that grows
I think it’s just
what you want to last
in the end, of your home,
listen, maybe now you can fade
but this cherry-wood table
you are sitting at will remain
with a picture of Japanese gardens
at this side, on the wall
and a tiny spider staring under,
like a meaning beyond the soul.