Silent Connection

Weaving her spinnerets she float-descends
on gossamer threads in a straight line, ends
table-side. I raise my cup, try to blend
like this poised heron fishing by the bend.

We three: spider, bird, human sink beneath
the fracas of manmade reality
that makes us quash true knowledge to survive.
Respect this morning seals the web of life.

Inspired by Quash, Spider, Seal and Fracas.

Featured Image: During my Little Miss Muffet adventure at breakfast, this great egret patiently fished.

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Victoria Stuart

I'm a poet, philosopher and inner seeker. A giver, lover and a healer who studies the heart.

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