Poem

Spider in the shower
this foggy morning
my startled eep and instructions
go backup to the ceiling
small one
please do not eat the ladybugs
were heeded.
But.

What part of that vast rumbling
earthquake susurrus and breaking wave
did you hear?
My nose, the patch of skin you eight eyed saw
is a bit of grass or rock
a part of the moving world too vast
for comprehension
not one animal but a million million

The breaking edge of the lawn
concrete
wind and a squirrel in a tree
are all I can perceive
a fragmentary glimpse
a rushing shouting of surf and highways and air
vast directions
that I only hear part of.