A poem about finding relevance in a turbulant world, family and loved ones
and claiming your place in it all.
(with loose reference to various cosmologies worldwide which speak of Mother Spider)
There’s a dark night ahead.
while the light remains…
I‘ll host a banquet in your honour
and sit you head of table
help you to your rest
when indigo descends.
The pull is on the web,
but while these legs still walk
I’ll fold you all in in caring kindness
roll you up securely…
Almost smother you,
Life’s just a passing shadow,
a hiccup to infinity
or fleeting sigh in Fortune’s ear.
I need to nail our permanence
to something that will linger
Place stamp upon the future.
Reverberate in un-dreamt dreams.
to rising souls
to access heaven, or infant hearts
to soothe and bless.
My words must be indelible,
my interactions meaningful.
Till Greater Sun shall take me