Prison

It was on New Years day

when the little spider seized the opportunity

spinning its invisible, crystalline web on the world

immobilizing everything in its path

tying buildings, cars and people into knots

Everything stopped moving,

frozen in its place,

day in day out.

The trees carved trenches in the ground

with their shadows

the sun became pale and tired 

afternoons merged into mornings

and You,

became tired of waiting

then you stopped caring what time it was

then the time stopped caring

then the web began to dissolve

digesting its cocoons

and everything became food for the flowers

It was Spring