11-22 The Day I Tried To

wake up,
but instead watched the spiders crawl,
slowly across my ceiling,
spinning blue threads into gray,
into gold, into gray, into rose,
blooming all the while,
their nest, forming
and hatching,
tiny insecurities, thirsty
scratching, caught in their
mother's web, spinning into blue,
into gray, into gold, into rose,
sewing my eyes, thirsty,
spinning into blue,
into gray,
into gold,
into rose,
spinning.