Outside the hospital window
a spider’s web is hung, spun
against the dazzle of sun.

The web is flawed, its pattern
imperfect, yet perfect drops
of morning dew cling

to tensile threads like tears
and refract eastern sunlight
within each pristine drop.

Prism colors shimmer, shine.
Web and sun and dew
evolve a new design.





  1. Though the spider’s web is flawed, in dewed sunlight it is still beautiful. What connection might these words have to you?
  2. What flaws and strengths in yourself and others do you tend to notice?
  3. What is your design for a new life?


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