Poetry | The Spider and the Fly

There is no escape from here,

No drink, or drug, or man,

Or woman! that can enter

This room and pull me beyond,

Out of, through all this.

I saw a spider’s web and it

Showed me a glistening net,

I am the industrious spider,

And I am the fly; I can spin

The web as far and wide

As my earthly mind will go,

And know the only thing

I will ever catch is myself.

So this is how to dream!

How wide will I spin the web?

With what courage and attention

Will I give form to dreams?

And then, when I am caught,

When, one sunny day, as

I fly through space, unknowing,

What humility must open

To change suffering to joy?