Circles widen of their own accord,
webs don’t need planning
but come from deep within the body
of the spider.
She feeds herself
and silkmaking happens.
Propelled by her instinctive need to live,
she makes a few leaps,
attaching to the flexible support
of the world around her.
She moves through her steady ritual,
patterned steps evolved through natural lineage,
birthing the threads of her own survival.
She mostly sits,
and never needs to see
the intricate beauty she has created.