Hungry and Small

Hungry and Small

By: Joy Ortiz

I spin my life

With gossamer thread

Strong enough

To trap a meal or two,

Yet beaten down

By a lazy hand. 

Never mind. 

Remaking,

Clinging to doorways,

Leaping from heights,

An aerial frame

I weave.

Here at my center,

I breathe

And begin again. 

Spiraling out,

Wider, further

To distant corners

I fling my net

And hope to catch

Something,

Anything 

For today. 

After all,

I must live

Somehow. 

Silver dream,

Sustain me

For I am small

And so hungry. 

Let not your shaking

Be only

The wind.