The first strand of the spider web

Caught my eye when it glistened in the sun.

The lightest puff of air stretched this delicate strand,

And sunlight danced back and forth along its span.

How fortunate to notice this tiny bit of nature.

So fragile, yet it beckons my attention with such strength.

Sometimes the highlights of our lives

Begin as such delicate threads of thought,

Like a whisper of our inner voice.

Then to really pay attention and reexamine

Purpose stretching thin,

Hopeful a glimpse of joy may follow in the end.

Now I contemplate the spanning time

From where I was and where I am glad to be.

In the center of my web.

© Rick Wyman