the fastening points
I looked out the kitchen window this morning, put my hand on the sill to steady myself. My heart beat quickly as I slipped silently outside, moving shyly.
The sun lit the strands stretching to anchor the webs—I have begun looking for the fastening points, the fancy work at the edges,
the taut lines apart from a web proper.
Against the deep blue, the whole web starts to shimmer and tries on one color after another,
and small, new points dot the inner, the outer, and above on this day celebrating the Earth…