Spider’s Egg

Picture me here
in a spider’s egg
in a cosmic breeze
in the sun

Tea cups are laughing at
tea drops adrift
on the run

Liquids and powders
swirling around us;
no way of holding them down.
Three-dimensional life!

A slight push,
a good jump
set me spinning the length of the globe.
Some short wings,
a light wind
bring me home.