Cobwebs

“Imagination is funny
It makes a cloudy day sunny
It makes a bee think of honey
Just as I think of you.”

So goes the song popularized by Frank Sinatra. But imagination works the other way too. Pathological imagination often presents as fear and anxiety. This is what inspired “Cobwebs,” which appeared in my first book The Wind and the Shadows.

One of the ironies about imagination gone wrong is that there’s absolutely no reality to the fear. It’s just a cobweb without a spider. Even so, we can get all tangled up in it, paralyzed by our diseased belief that we’re prey. That being so, I hope you don’t read this poem right before bed 😉

Cobwebs

I flip on the basement light.
 
Shadows 
draw dark legs
into crevices,
holes in the walls,
and blind corners,
where imagination whimpers
and squirms against
mangled cobwebs.