Pedagogy

The dimpled spider in my sink

motionless is not trapped

until I loose the deluge;

then stainless slips the scramble

rough hewn nature would leg up.

Beyond its ken I see and close the tap,

coax it onto paper,

and carry it to a garden
loved by moths.

I grasp perplexities of providence

absent designing spider,

its limbs, its appetites.