Being There

I almost missed it
I almost obliterated it.

A tiny dust mote of a spider
with tight-fisted legs working on a filament
visible in only one direction
backlit by sunlight

it slides down the invisible silk
and climbs back up again
maybe to check on a repair
finally free-falling into an abrupt stop.

Drifting ever so slightly
I blow on it so it swings
and walk off
to get a pad and pencil.

I almost missed it again
unlike the meadowlark atop a pole 
more like the mist
of a morning cloud

that speck of being there
not there
a tiny white glove
swinging on a thread.

ag ~ 2014

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