There is a spider web

not in person,
in my head.

I spend too much time focusing on it.
Thinking about it’s weaving
thinking about my weaving
I am confused,
uncertain

at how it can be.

Uncertain on how I fit in with it,
we are all woven together in some way,
aren’t we?

I think we have to be, or.

I’ll absolutely lose my mind.

6/1/2021

PoetryRiley Welch