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. pauses. 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?’