Walking With Spider Woman
If I trust the web
I can walk across it, like she does, Spider
Grandmother, her feet as accurate as light.
I will remember that she weaves me
and you, beloved, in your tower of noisy glass.
I will remember that she weaves me
and Time's million deaths
of tribes and wolves and cougars.
She weaves the dance. Death is a colour
in the rainbow, all the destructions of our hearts;
I have to trust her wisdom, remember
she knows Time in its multiple dimensions.
I have to trust her wisdom, remember
without vision her fine silk line othat only sometimes
catches starlight, glints against space deep
as nothingness. Trust this step out across the dark
remembering that she weaves me
and that when I cross, I carry shining thread.
© Rose Flint 2006
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