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 brown ground in Ohio, 

to Japanese Maple, up up 

and away to crabapple blush,

then into the skies?

Her 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.