What’s Now - poem orb weaver

What’s Now

By Alaya

Is she dying?

What can I do?

Where did she go?

She’s been steady

Always in the same place

Predictable

But then her body changed

I noticed

She rebuilt her web, more beautiful than before

Then disappeared

She molted

Is vulnerable

She ate her web

Recycled her silk

Reused the nutrients she created for herself

Still hiding in the rafters

But last night in the dark

Weaving, weaving, weaving

Her web stronger, more refined, more expansive

She knows what to do

No thought

All on her own

It’s her Nature

What’s next

What’s now

She moves forward

Her rhythm

Her knowing

Of rest

Of spinning silk

Of eating the nutrients her own body created for her future self

Of safe harbor

Of resting in the center of her creation

Simply being herself

She is glorious

I am like her

In my rhythm

Of rest

Of…

Am I dying?

Where did I go?

What can I do?

Of here I am

Molted and new

Vulnerable

Feeding on the creations of my past

Spinning them into what’s next

What’s now

Kitchen Window Box, My Spider! Just after she’d molted. I’d been so worried she had died. She’s teaching me.