we have forgotten where we came from
we have forgotten how to be wild; and how to be still
to breathe in the air
to speak to the earth
to dance in the first light
the spider doesn’t see her web as we do; she sees only a thread, attached to a thread, attached to a thread
weaving together the pieces
trusting that the bigger thing will come to be
open your eyes
the blossoms are only here for a heartbeat each year
and the spider’s web will be gone by nightfall
