CRITICAL IMPERATIVES

That
sacred tenderness (sitting)
on the porch watching a tiny spider
scrambling at the end
of its thread caught in the breeze – such a
tiny being riding what to him must be a force
as furious as any apocalyptic horse
held by a strand as thin as a scratch
of light, that comes out of himself! --

that
sitting, and feeling I could not so much
as move the plant
for fear
that shifting its shadow
would upset the order of things. That

against the philosophy – Do It!
And all is a rollercoaster ride of folly!