The spider, juiced crystal and Milky Way, drifts on his web through the night sky
And looks down, waiting for us to ascend …
At dawn he is still there, invisible, short of breath, mending his net.
All morning we look for the white face to rise from the lake like a tiny star.
And when it does, we lie back in our watery hair and rock.
— Charles Wright, “Spider Crystal Ascension,” Country Music: Selected Early Poems. (Wesleyan University Press; second edition edition, December 15, 1991)