The Spiderweb’s Dream
written by Mathias Svalina
The morning sunlight is so golden, so thick, that I weave myself into a special kind of web that catches light instead of insects. My sticky strands fill with sunlight, glowing & warm. I want to save the light like this, keep it & luxuriate in it as if it were a thick rug. But light just doesn’t work like that, even light this gooey & thick. The sun rises higher & the light loses its morning-golden density, but in the furthest reaches of me, where my strands are tightest & the weaving is most intricate, a little glob of morning sunlight remains. I hold the light tightly & stroke it like a cat.