contemplation in the heart

contemplative spider
absently
draws forth a thread
a little spin
of silk

cat’s whiskers
jacob’s ladder
witch’s broom

dream catcher

web

spin
spin

she doesn’t think about it
her little mind
is not engaged

she has legs
that know to spin
while she

casts her thoughts
to the wind

spin
spin
spin

every strand
in its place
and she
resident
in the heart
of her meditation


© Frank Prem, 2017

March 2017 Poem #10: towards a naming

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