Monday, August 10, 2009

Morning Walk Redirected

Monday, August 10, 2009
One morning last week I raced the sun
to take a walk whilst day was young

the old orchard path would be my route
the dew-kissed grass would soak my boots

Far reaches reached I turned toward the sun
striding back where I'd begun

Towhee, field sparrow, mourning dove
sweet summer songs filled the air with love

When something glistening caught my eye
A shaking spider web strung head-high

The web weaver shook with all her might
that I might understand her plight

Vibrations from my heavy feet
Had tipped her off that we might meet

Her movement had intent to warn
to keep her precious web from harm

And I, unknowingly, like a deer
could give Miss Spider much to fear

In shaking hard her sun-dappled web
She'd found a place inside my head

Which warned me now to stop my feet
lest face and spider web should meet

Smiling at her clever warning sign
I ducked beneath her lowest line

Thank you, dear, for telling me
of this important thing so I could see

My thoughts, then on the World Wide Web
should have clearly been on yours, here, instead

Your crafty trap, unharmed, may still
snag a juicy fly—one not named Bill

When my two legs trod this path again
I'll look for you, my eight-legged friend.


On August 10, 2009 at 9:01 PM Susie in Gloucester said...

bill, what a beautiful poem, from a very amazling fellow.

On August 11, 2009 at 9:59 AM Bill of the Birds said...

Thanks everyone. My mom says I am a poet but I don't realize it.

On August 11, 2009 at 11:19 PM Anne said...

Very nice...

I've read it more than twice!

On August 12, 2009 at 1:24 PM Julie Zickefoose said...

I love that you noticed this behavior in the spider and realized it was directed at you. Most people would think Hmm. The spider is shaking its web. Very nice.

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On March 9, 2010 at 2:15 AM Anonymous said...

i just read this again. I so love it. Reminds me of Wendell Berry in a way. And walks in Wisconsin near the Kettle Morraine. And how important it is to live in the moment and be right there with it.
Early morning walks are the best.