We know the room where we live
and the window’s familiar view.
Here is where a space, confirmed,
is the place a mind can feel at home
as its body speeds with each day’s turn
on the very edge of this earth’s rim.
A spider also spins and, suspended,
hangs its weight before my face.
With studied care it takes me in
as some distant kin that floats like him
as we stare immersed at our busy worlds
of boundless air where even silence sings.