the spider’s dream

I remember one Friday night
just before I moved to Asheville around 11 pm,
I’m sitting at my writing desk,
in my den of white carpet,
and a large black spider
traipses without a care
in no particular hurry
right in front of me –
as if it wanted to be noticed.

Just at that moment i receive a text…
twas my Hungarian lover in a distant land
exclaiming a large spider
just walked across her path in her kitchen…
I was stunned at this omen,
and quickly realized, Don Juan was right:
it is possible to have the same dream
and to travel within it –
our conscious experience was connected by the spider.
Was it the same spider?
Did our mingling essence manifest this sign?
Maybe we were the spider’s dream.