A Weekend In Spider Country

I’m here

Sitting by the lake

If you can see me now

What do I have to lose?


If I wasn’t here it wouldn’t matter

If I’m not here it wouldn’t change you

It wouldn’t change the crystal clear water


There is nothing that I can do

Lying here impotent

On red Muskoka chairs


No matter how far I travel

Or where I sit

It doesn’t change


This unease

I can never get comfortable


Feeling useless isn’t unique

But feeling nothing

Is okay


Spiders crawling


I try to bleed them but they keep coming back


Nesting in my ears

You can hear them



Constructing a web

Trap the flies

I wish I could trap your eyes

Stroke them with honey


This sugar is for you



And there’s nothing left for me.

Leaving, wouldn’t matter



Is suspended mid-air




Spiders make me uncomfortable


And that’s why I can’t sit still.


© A.R. Minhas 2017


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