POETRY

SECRETLY BEYOND

One filament, invisible but for a maverick ray, 

seen only from a precise place, an acute angle.

A glint of a line in the air. What spider 

wove from Japanese Maple

to brown ground in Ohio, up up 

and away to crabapple blush,

and into the skies?

Her graced canopy wanders 

west to east, dirt to heaven,

secretly beyond the spectrum 

and outside comprehension

but for an improbable glimpse 

from an accidental twist of my head 

and a sight of light 

from the sun.