No Such Thing as Small Mercies
I can destroy it
with a flick of a booted toe
or a swipe of my shovel
decide to let the sun flicker light
upon intricate patterns
that must have spun all night.
I remember the spider
two summers ago
outside dining room window
(a truly huge southern variety)
that mesmerized us
scurrying across woven web,
wrapping assorted victims;
(looked at our own dinner plates -
Lucky I couldn't reach her,
blessed was she my son became "attached",
that my mother's heart responded in kind.
Must have known a sanctuary
when presented as she stayed all July -
until one day she was gone,
morning dew preserving her lacy artwork
a while longer.
do we unknowingly teeter
beside a precipice, unaware of mercies granted?
How beautiful is the foundation I weave,
how strong its construction?
How benevolent the Being
that watches over me?
Margaret Bednar, June 20, 2015
This is linked with "Imaginary Garden with Real Toads - Sunday Mini-Challenge - Ode to the Quotidian" aka "mundane, daily. Start with something lowly and scale whatever heights or fancies you wish".
I see spider webs every day at the barn and I don't always see them in a wondrous light.