I don’t know how you escaped the fears of my worst qualities:
sculpted strands of how’s and why’s – concentric display – innate beauty.
“When you change the way you look at things, the things you look at change.”
Perhaps for you a partial truth,
for you see
you already see that way.
Upon this morning reflection – an insightful pang, a hopeful appraisal:
for when love meets love…and eyes meet eyes…and toes meet toes – and acknowledgements still remain unsaid – these formidable forces
(each other’s equal)
will miss the strength and beauty of their ornate Cyclosa webs.