PROVIDENCE NOIR

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...pulping innards to a sap sucked at will through the head or back...OR/--fresh wings bright gold as autumn aspen, Word made Flesh! from the mouth of Providence, spoken free & clear...

Chrysalis-To-Crucible (...Butterfly Scheduled / Spider oN Board)

All afternoon I see

her self-possessed exquisite toil
repair the silver lining's elastic tear
too dense to bear untorn but at least 
a windfall-feast for days! so worth the effort, a succulent crown-jewel
in that rending moment, summoned by metamorphic tremor, 


Her hairy legs might well clasp, but not quite enclose it:
fatted to the brink of wingspan, the predator's 
second weave a snug fit 
over the prey's--suspending disbelief
through this rare twist of Fate
in a net she finally manages to reinforce 
for the wide, long weight & bounce 
of a drama now pending: 


scripted--writ large, set in her worst way yet still sealed
from the paralyzing poison of her bite
till it open on its own~
to the unstable trap of her pounce, a jolting pent-up discharge

of appetite whetted by vigil,
pulping innards to a sap sucked at will
through the head or back; 
half-opened wings dry in a day 
to coat her in luminous dust fine as pollen


But if Flight 
came SooN enough 
to that pivotal moment 
or the night got cold enough to hoarfrost
the spider


I might watch a terrible start seize a happy ending, 
see a Way Found, plucked from the jaws of Lost:
the Seal broken, the pursed lips of chrysalis burst apart! 
into the dazed-whole flex & moving target of flight

fresh wings bright gold as autumn aspen, Word made Flesh!
from the mouth of Providence, 
spoken free & clear:


"T H E R E !"


I might so suddenly SEE!
if only when, I might begin
to follow through.
I might in that new Now of Then 
know by Heart, what it Means from "Here".

 

 

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