POETRY
Chihuahuan Desert
Where spider eyes
glisten like two chips of mica.
So many eyes
on the desert floor. Little spies
out at night, in head lamp light, a
sign of thriving life: a host of
those spider eyes.
I noticed, our first night camping in the back country, a lot of sparkles as I walked around watching the ground with my head lamp on. Upon closer inspection, I realized these weren’t the light reflecting off minerals in the dust and rock: they were spider eyes! The spiders themselves are so well camouflaged they were nearly impossible to see, but their sparkling eyes led me right to them. The number of them was astonishing. So, out came this poem. Thank you, readers!
