Relativity, by Albert Ahearn Subscribe to rss feed for Albert Ahearn

A microscopic arachnid
tinier than a poppy seed
spins diminutive filaments
barely visible to the eye;
a spiral silk lacework deathtrap
for infinitesimal prey
strung high between white cornered walls
in a microcosmical world.
Is its existence more trifling
than mine that occupies more space?
Perhaps not, in the scheme of things:
my universe among the stars
is imperceptibly smaller
than this occupants’ in my room.
Posted: 2012-09-09 08:36:36 UTC

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