Spider-Like
I often sit and watch in wonder
A spider scurrying on its way,
And so I sometimes sit and ponder
How they coordinate such an array
Of legs so swiftly, for I blunder
My way on four legs throughout the day.
Spiders seem to float across the ground
Effortlessly, a dancer in full flight,
Whereas I on my forearm crutches pound
From step to step, try as I might
There is nothing elegant around
The way I move, a most ungainly sight!
But that, my friend, is the best it is,
All is never as to you it seems,
For one thing for certain I know is this,
Whenever I wander by the stream,
Or ponder that something is amiss,
I move in symmetry, every time I dream.
Bill Edmunds
September 2023
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