meanwhile … life fades away

white wall

late winter's afternoon sunlight dapples the white wall
little jump spider rushes across the lazy light's play
jumps on a fly, ricochets back one step.

fly flies off
late winter's afternoon light sadly flits here and there
on the white wall.
spider stands still.

i wonder: while she now stands there,
so still,
is little jump spider carried away
by her struggle with severe self-criticism?
arguing with herself
‘did i do something wrong?’
‘what exactly happened there?’
‘how could i let that happen?’

white wall

day fades
night comes
winter turns to spring
the light comes and goes.

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