a spider spins hope into a web on a white wall
a girl with three bracelets on her wrist types away on her keypad
a mother frets in the next room, brain working overtime
while husband snores beside her, tired from his long commute.
a child soon becoming girl, young woman, spins and dances
trying to find routine in chaos
tonight they will tuck her into a weighted quilt so that she does not float away
downstairs a young man is dreaming, his abstract mind twirling and looping, trying to embelish the fear deep within so that its easier to look at.
the clock on the wall ticks away
but the hands don’t move
tomorrow a family will walk these halls look in the rooms
look at the yard and see if there’s room to garden
if they are ready for change
so small on the wall
makes a web out of the smallest spool, threads dispensed from the tiniest hole in his bottom
makes a BIG and beautiful web
he’s spinning hope
he starts with the smallest amount and watches it grow
the clock ticks away
the hands will not move until the web is complete.