I spent the worst part of a week caught
in a giant spider’s web hanging between
two roof beams of a cottage in a city
I cannot remember the name of.
My limbs stopped thrashing after about 12 hours
and I was surprised how quickly I got used to
the fact I probably wouldn’t eat again.
If I was able to hold a pen and paper
I would’ve written a farewell letter
to anyone likely to read it, but instead
I had a think about all of the times
I never stepped out of my comfort zone
and let the warmth of four walls
let me be someone who gets caught
in a giant spider’s web.

© Carl Burkitt 2023