I saw a spider this morning while washing the dishes.
I had my shoe half off when something made me pause.
Some force, some hesitation. I took the time to pause.
Within that pause I saw something that I had never taken the time to see before.
That spider wasn’t invading my home,
He was making one of his own.
Nimbly he swung from one surface to the next.
His silvery, oh so faint, thread swaying in the breeze like a road map of sorts.
Each thread showing where he’d been and where he’d arrived
Until there were so many, that here and there became indistinguishable,
And all merely existed for the one common goal and destination.
To live.
To exist.
To have a place where you belong.
A place called home.
I slipped my shoe back on and returned to my chore,
Only this time I felt the warmth of the water,
The slip of the soap,
The edge of the knife with it’s brilliant point.
I took the time to pause.
