i was out on my front porch reading poetry when i noticed these spiders hatching. their little diaspora was quite a race; it happened fast. in comes new admiration for those papery, white, spider-baby houses. (there must be a slightly more technical term for these, yes? …but you know what i mean.) funny how they wait and wait so quietly to hatch themselves, then one day just come out running. i’m sure there’s a lesson in there.
loosely connected, maybe, kind of… this poem by galway kinnell. it’s one of my all-time favorites; i hope you’ll love it, too: