THE SPIDER ON MY KNEE
by Dee Horn
The small spider ran up my leg,
hopped from one knee to the other,
and then turned and ran quickly away,
spiralling into the spring grass.
Normally, I would have panicked.
Screamed.
Knocked that fresh spider off my leg,
then smashed it in the nearby grass.
But that small spider was so excited . . .
I couldn't keep myself from the joy of
knowing that this tiny jubilant life
had chosen my leg to climb.
From Institute of Cultural Affairs archives