The Webs of Life

Like a fly we are caught by the merest chance
In the waiting webs of circumstance.
Isn’t there time for a second look?
To see the puzzled picture In the riddle book?
To sniff out the hand that baited the hook?

What if there is a snaggy thread
Pulled loose by a windblown seed?
Don’t wait for a message, just go ahead!
Take hold, it’s a seed not a weed!

Forget all the angles and “wait a secs “,
Forget regressing your y over x!
It isn’t mathematics that’s calling for you
It’s life, it’s exciting, let's try something new!