The Atrium Spider Poem Written By Lindy Oct 2012

The Atrium Spider Poem Written By Lindy Oct 2012

The Atrium

Today from the atrium the oleanders crept.
It has been coming, I have foreseen it
in the dark where soil is kept,
in spider cracking windows
and the pale greenery’s lost steps.
though I had once thought the escape
to be inept.

I used to worry their fragile buds, when
seeking freedom from prism light,
would not survive the harsh transition
would not survive the come-on night.
Now I see the morning to come
after the midnight run would be
the first light born, negative the shield,
through which the oleanders used
to see:
the dawn,

the triumph,

oh the sight,
The harmony of the dew
with daylight’s furious might
and the sun breaking the way – it makes
the gloom so bright

while I, in my room with my pill candy and my
sheets: the white is just too white and the
walls are Mary clean.
I watch them from my window and I hunger at the sight.
I envy them their beauty, their strength,
and their flight.

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