I lay upon a slab of cement, riddled with cracks and breaking rocks.
Above me a daddy long leg creeps up the wall.
Tracing a finger between each space I start a familiar race.
I’m running up an impossible labyrinth, with no chance of escape.
Up and over and up and over, waiting to fall down.
It all comes to a grinding halt, nearly out of my reach.
For I have snagged a finger tip, on white course brick.