It is 6 pm in this Nordic land.
I saw the sun rays today.
Them beasts come out at night here.
And their shine on the spider’s silk
play with the wind.
I ventured a look, at the distance.
To give my fixed eyes on the computer a rest.
Tis was then I saw the rainbow of colors
resisting the force of the Nordic winds.
A spiders trajectory
right across my view.
***
And
I recalled
from a stint
a squimy being
crossing my path
the earth worm slithering
made it through
on the asphalt
That’s when I knew
no car has passed here before.
***
I peer through the window
and the common landscapes
are robbed its given attention
A spider has drawn
the sight
before me.
She is fat with the land
this early spring.
Scattered cumulus
bright grey blue
new shoots about
steal
the moment furthermore.
Afuera: outside the county’s light prepares itself for the night. I remember those oranges in Tijuana at first sight. City gradual light. Its intensity oranges minutely.
As well, the remains of an autumn that refuses to let go, smears the horizon with grey blue metalic orange like 9-ish a now now bygone.
I see them spiders still. Smack before me. They 69 on the 4 squares that make my window.
One looks down, the other up.
Now they have synchronized.
And my sight is caught in a web.