Web

 

Look, it said

meeting your hidden

web 

with a gentle rain

adorning each halting

step

with jewels,

rather than judgement

 

of you

watching, as

nothing

 

not 

the green stems

nor the spider

nor even the silky strands

saw 

what worked 

this wet magic

 

turning every corner 

each angle

into something integral

and visible

 

like sea spray

or stars

 

and you saw how this wasn’t 

about seeing

but being seen

 

as the space that casts

itself 

into spinning 

around 

what is spun

 

embodying a light

capable

of holding everything.