A Spider is Crawling on the Ceiling

Sunday noonish

A spider is crawling on the white ceiling

Alex is rubbing my feet

Julie is making breakfast

I’m upside down in the power chair

Jack Johnson is playing on the Sonos

I’m rocking the ventilator

Jackie’s in the shower

Jackson’s skiing

Howie’s in Seattle

Bridget is binge-watching Friends

I’m mesmerized by the spider

crawling

all over the ceiling

The sky is white and gray

The spider stops

and rests for just a moment

He’s still

The clouds over Ramshorn

are still, as well

The clouds drop down blocking the peak

The spider rests in

the peak of the ceiling

I get off the ventilator

to write this

I’ve been on it for 40 minutes

I had my best sleep in months last night

The spider slowly moves

I’ll see him later