Like a spider I sit among the strands of my life
Waiting for vibrations of incoming information
There’s an update from a friend
Information about politics
A new recipe for my crock pot
It might be overwhelming to another
But I know the feel of each strand
I triage the vibrations
This one is important
That one is not
Here is the full moon again to celebrate
There is the dark moon for shadow work
An idea for art on my favorite strand
I always pay attention to that
But somewhere out of sight are all the things
I thought important but let pass
They wither over time
Finally blowing away
What life might I have had
If I’d paid more attention
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