Spider Web

This morning in the garage,
I walked through the start of a spider's web.
No full-blown geometrical glory,
just a few silky, sticky strands brushed my face.

Using both hands to rub my head,
like a cat in his morning ablutions,
I quickly reversed my direction
and went back into the house.

I don't fear spiders, but it felt like
the first few wrappings by devout Egyptians
as they began dressing a Pharaoh
in his funeral shroud entanglement.

Now eighteen hours and a shower later,
on my porch in the chilly Fall air,
I imagine I still feel that feeling.
I dislike the tenacious touch of tangles...