he was talking about how it was
that a spider
found on different islands
separated by infinite water

could get around
undaunted by doubt

a silk thread
swept up by wind

maybe like a song
past understanding catches the ear
as if we could hear
filaments of ourselves on the air

a strand of dying sunlight
pulling thread out of a star

a more rational creature
would not dare
such a survival strategy

silk—unraveling
oneself—a form
of travel