Mine are in order! The little insect that dropped onto my cheek in the middle of the night proved that to be true.

It was sometime after two in the morning, the drop was felt, I swatted swiftly and turned on the light. There he was, little black dot on the floor. I figured he wouldn’t bother me again so I didn’t bother to dispose of him either. It was just so amazing to me that I could feel and know it was a bug in the middle of sleep. I guess anything on your face is a warning?

Anyway, I’m vacuuming and hoping he’s long gone or has met his demise in a corner. It was another wake-up call to clean! Or to reread one of my favorite Whitman poems, which I know I have posted before. Now I interpret it with my face in mind, that vacant vast surrounding, with my nose as the promontory. Oh, how a grand slice of writing can gladden the heart.

A Noiseless Patient Spider

A noiseless patient spider,
I mark’d where on a little promontory it stood isolated,
Mark’d how to explore the vacant vast surrounding,
It launch’d forth filament, filament, filament, out of itself,
Ever unreeling them, ever tirelessly speeding them.

And you O my soul where you stand,
Surrounded, detached, in measureless oceans of space,
Ceaselessly musing, venturing, throwing, seeking the spheres to connect them,
Till the bridge you will need be form’d, till the ductile anchor hold,
Till the gossamer thread you fling catch somewhere, O my soul.

Walt Whitman