I live with defiance
clinging like a drop
on a spider’s silken web
one clouded speck of a soul
bound and braced along the filament
in damp pearl-strung suspense
waiting for the fateful day
that looms somewhere ahead
when my eight-legged maker finds me
upon her silver spun thread
hoping I am strong enough
not to fall off, or be cut loose early
by a wayward shard
of my own grim intent.