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 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.