copestone

copestone

there has been a spider

for days now

seen from the diminishing of my kitchen

over a rampart of unwashed plates

it remains

at the hewn heart

of a vast web

an intricate passage

to spun edges;

witnessed in retreat

it will be gone

without hush or murmur,

monday wednesday

or that other day

eventually dismantled

by its long pause

returned,

to the stumbling storm

that comes

with the dwindling of the light