Spider Fly

Spider waits beneath my mirror

I lean in close

And look at lines around my eyes

And then – she jumps and so do I

Glad I am that she’s still here

I do get rid of spiders, but not all of them

There are a few of them around my place

I like them

This one underneath my mirror watches me

Her legs are long and she loves to eat

Something I have never seen

She eats privately, beneath my mirror

Her web is there but barely seen

I have to come in close to look

And then – she jumps and so do I

I am glad for what she eats, whatever that may be

Carefully I brush my hair and watch the mirror

Inside, outside, underneath

And as I brush I also stare

I am getting older now

How long I wonder will I be this face

It seems that I am changing fast

And then – I jump and so does she

Our daily play of symmetry

One day she will stretch her legs

Across her silken web of days

And I will stretch into myself

And leave these lines and legs behind

And she and I will finally fly…

Catherine MacAdam