A poem

BY: WILLIAM CULLEN JR.

A spider on the window
centers its web
like a bull’s-eye
on the full moon
and then moves diagonally
eight legs in motion
across its creation
to the darkest corner
where it will wait
for that hypnotic light
to draw white wings near
until the faintest tremor
radiating outward
from the dead center
sets in motion
a very local eclipse.

William Cullen Jr. is a veteran and works at a social services non-profit in Brooklyn, NY. His work has appeared or is forthcoming in Gravel, Lake Effect, North Dakota Quarterly, Pouch, Spillway, Switchback, The American Journal of Poetry and Whiskey Island.