I caught this morning, morning’s minor moment
in light and shadow, in slight wind a tiny, minuscule really,
spider, more air than not. There was not a moment of stillness
for me to play with. I had to take the day
as I found it.
Beauty and Valor come together in
this brave body toiling all night
within the dew while I slept.
Is (s)he separate from all that beauty?
Does her work bring pride, accomplishment, the way I see it.
I tremble to catch it whole, while she
sits centered in her final (likely) work –
I wake to the fields and flowers,
bushes and trees; acres filled with amazing gifts of spider time where I stand in this morning.