Joy 22/82: Sleep

While I was sleeping, a passing spider
wove a strand of web from the finial
to the edge of the lamp shade
where it glows with a collection of dust
as I sit across the room reading my book.

Where did he ... she? ... go?
And why just that one strand?
Did his telephone ring?
A friend inviting him to lunch,
making him forget his intended chore?

While I was sleeping, a passing spider
called and left his card,
and now that I am awake, I wonder
who else visits in those dark hours
when my awareness visits the cave of sleep.