Thought Extruding Structure

You live perpetually
Underinformed, and yet you
Are a spinneret of thought—

Not the whole spider, mind you,
And not the gossamer thread—
An extravagant device

That combines the polymers
Produced by a spider’s life,
Then sends those legendary

Skeins of miracle ideas
Into the world to do things
Impossible without you

But so much greater than you,
The weavings, orbs, ambushes,
And world-sailing parachutes,

The irreproducible
Suite of silk adaptations
That undergird spider myths,

Since it seems impossible,
For so much from so little,
Thoughts tapestried of unknowns.