"simple salvation"

holstered in a pocketof november wind,
that noiseless patient spider
has embraced its isolation,
floating on its filament
toward the osculation
of an afternoon sun.

and now, perhaps,
from this promontory
on which i stand,
on this simple ball of dust,
i too will find an escape
from the vulgarity
of sober existence.

perhaps,
drunk on the wine of confusion,
i'll stumble headlong
through the grass
and into the waiting arms
of some tragedy
so i can enjoy my abrupt
appearance on this tiny stage
in silence,
laughing, behind my tears,
at the absurdity
of it all.

(Inspired by Walt Whitman's "A Noiseless Patient Spider")