The spider, dropping down from twig,
Unfolds a plan of her devising,
A thin premeditated rig
To use in rising.
And all that journey down through space,
In cool descent and loyal hearted,
She spins a ladder to the place
From where she started.
Thus I, gone forth as spiders do
In spider’s web a truth discerning,
Attach one silken thread to you
For my returning.
~E.B. White A Spider’s Web (A Natural History)
but surely feel,
I go astray,
lose my way,
yet the thread remains
to return me
to where I belong.
continues to pump
what I need to be alive,
releasing me without letting go.
by this gossamer thread,
this silken connection
Till the gossamer thread you fling catch somewhere, O my soul.
~Walt Whitman from “A Noiseless Patient Spider”