Choices

By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

Unlike two meteors
that collide in the darkness
the nothingness of deep space

They met by choice although Fate
played a joker’s hand on that day
Her looking for love and devotion

Him looking for a distraction
someone to care for and to nurture
to use when convenient or needed

Like a sticky spiders web intricate
in its weave he enraptured her and wrapped her within his warm cocoon

Dangling from a fine silvery thread waiting for his return with wings
folded tight around her lithe form

But if the butterfly’s bed of silk
is not tended and left to dry out
the creature within withers away

The spider perpetually busy spinning
and working building himself
a strong home does not notice

No matter to the spider as butterflies
are plentiful and always looking
for a place to alight and call home