Ancient spy in the ceiling

I see you move your tiny legs

while my eyes bend to capture

on the walls 

in obscure places
always
when I come closer.

If I could only hear you

your sudden comings

If I am safe under your tree

when your gossamer I cut through.
I wish to know

Wonders untold
generations sing same

you ancient spy
Ananse
Hanging in the ceiling.

You sing and weave the loom
they daze and meet their doom
you rush out like you rush in
with wisdom of old
of the saints untold