For my friend Christina
My friend is hiking the Grand Canyon while I write.
She beats brain cancer and her record while I write.
Her eyes sparkle with mysteries she’s come to know
first hand: They change her face, her fate, her art. I write:
How well she makes and teaches something new each day:
a drawing, painting or photograph, while I write.
She sends her sons a piece of Canyon twice a day—
clay walls and gorge, sunrise and set she walks. I write,
and pause to watch her progress on my Facebook walls
while spiders work around the porch on which I write.
One tiny spider launches, lands, attaches silk
and turns to leap again for home and food and right.
This moment nature thrives, and oh! we are part of
its industry. Spiders spin, she walks, and I write.
Posted for my prompt
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© 2016 Susan L. Chast