Spiders in my hair

Spiders In My Hair

Kneeling in my tomato garden I notice a web. Glistening in the sun light it's wet from the recent rains. It's hard to see though beautiful. I search and scan. Looking up and under the leaves for the host. Then, I see her. Scared at first. I'm frozen. We eyeball each other. My two on her. Her eight on me. I continue my purpose as if I hadn't noticed. She waits as I harvest. Try as I might, I work hard not to disturb her craft. She sits and ponders my existence. I wonder about our probable contact. I wonder about a spider in my hair. Will I freak? Will I scream? No, I am instantly calm. Something comes over me. A wave, like a blanket of warmth. I wash my worries away with dreams of the future. Spiders in my hair. I cleanse myself of all death from the past, Of all deep purple webs of hate and impatience. With spiders in my hair I welcome the wonderful adventure of change through College Unbound!