Gossamer Threads*


	I

Lost in a galaxy revolving,
I don't know who I am
Because I can't read your mind,
And half of me looks back without a mirror.
It runs away from me forever,
Like the bottom of a rainbow,
Or the end of fear.
Which half of the clown's mask
Do I wear today?
Have you painted my face gray
While I slept like a baby?
I present my face to the world
As your face,
Your silver lining,
Your oaken shield.
I present you as my shadow,
Though you stand my anchor,
The pivot point on which I twirl
So I won't be lost.


	II

Lost in a galaxy revolving,
I am an infinite connection,
An intimite reflection,
Of random, firing neurons
Stretched like stars upon the night.
I am a collection of thoughts,
Riding the waves of others' dreams
Through the embracing, dark between.
I follow the pulses of power
That reflect as light off of water
In a thousand shattered directions
Only to dissolve together again
So I won't be lost.


	III

Lost in a galaxy revolving,
I am the tangled web we weave,
Both the spider and the fly,
All three Fates in a bundle:
Spinning, weaving, cutting, grieving,
Knowing every breath I draw in
Draws someone else's breath out.
Their salvation, my survival,
Upon that breath depends,
And I cannot move
But that I shake the Tree of Life.
I crawl through its branches,
Tie its twigs in my hair,
Avoid the fruit and eat the leaves
So I won't be lost.

--Megan Morris, meikundayo@yahoo.com

*From Walt Whitman's "A Noiseless Patient Spider"