POEM OF THE DAY BY CHARLES WRIGHT

Spider Crystal Ascension

The spider, juiced crystal and Milky Way, drifts on his web through the night sky And looks down, waiting for us to ascend ...

At dawn he is still there, invisible, short of breath, mending his net.

All morning we look for the white face to rise from the lake like a tiny star.

And when it does, we lie back in our watery hair and rock.


-Charles Wright