there was a spider in my sink

there was a spider in my sink the other day
and i was deciding whether to kill it or not
i contemplated
blowing hot air onto the spider using the hairdryer,
flicking it unconcious with my fingers
or washing it down the sink with cold water

but i decided against it

i watched it furiously try to crawl up against the concave surface of the sink
it was useless because being such a tiny spider with rather tiny flimsy spider legs
it didnt go very far up the sink

i eventually left the harmless little spider alive, and kicking (spider-style) in the sink

the spider remained in my sink a few days and each time i went to the 'powder room' to blowdry my hair i saw it there in the exact same position.

its funny because recently have begun to look at insects like they were humans. i dont fancy being drowned by cold water nor do i like being crushed dead and having my body spilt into many pieces by scorching heat.

then on the third day or so the spider was gone
could my mum have washed it down
could my sister have squashed it dead with old newspaper?

maybe we all lead spider-lives
so frail fragile and vulnerable
especially when stuck in a bad situation
we are experts at weaving our own webs, to entrench
and capture our prey,
but when thrust into dangerous waters
we struggle uphill only to land back at square one

we are at the mercy of God, or the one above
we could die we could be saved
hell, we might lose a few arms and legs in the process
we'l die, or we'll survive, or we'll disappear without a trace

just like the spider in my sink.