A few minutes ago, I stepped onto the deck <br />of the house. From there I could see and hear the water, <br />and everything that's happened to me all these years. <br />It was hot and still. The tide was out. <br />No birds sang. As I leaned against the railing <br />a cobweb touched my forehead. <br />It caught in my hair. No one can blame me that I turned <br />and went inside. There was no wind. The sea <br />was dead calm. I hung the cobweb from the lampshade. <br />Where I watch it shudder now and then when my breath <br />touches it. A fine thread. Intricate. <br />Before long, before anyone realizes, <br />I'll be gone from here. <br /> <br /> <br />Anonymous submission.<br /><br />Raymond Clevie Carver<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-cobweb-2/
