Threads of Tinsel

Twisted desires spin endlessly,
neither destination or affixing important,
for like a mountain of miscreant spiders
struck immobile by anomalous gluttony,
they neither advance or retreat.

Such is our species’ “go-to” mind set,
where ravenous cravings blind
eyes and mind alike,
making impulsive choices
as they recklessly fling threads of tinsel and glitter,
creating a naively trusting attachment and security still to be found.

Such is the folly not even the meager spider would trust,
for it knows of sureness,
structure,
symmetry,
and freedom from doubt,
with its understanding stability
does not necessarily assure protection.

One might do well to gaze upon the patient arachnid
where lessons learned many centuries past
continue to serve both shelter and nourishment well,
their web of security coexisting with nature,
giving little attention to man’s covetous-spangled weaving.

Thriving on its eight-legged-three-hundred-million-year-old wisdom,
perhaps knowing full well man’s tinsel thread pursuits
will be destined but to wait out the loss of its glitter,
collapse and become tomorrow’s dust,
taking up ghostly residence beside yesterday’s other vanished species.

Meanwhile...
some of our important lessons derived from the lesser creatures go unnoticed.