love does that
Every golden morning, the latch in my fingers
is sticky with orb and optimism.
The spider and I are each either resilient or ignorant,
the line between them gossamer as ever.
In order to leave this peacock place,
I must carelessly tear through the web,
swing open the gate, and shatter the dappled shade.
Did she work all night building this beauty,
(hook, spin, toss, finish, bind, repeat)
and now lies panting on the adobe?
I know there is a metaphor here -
rise / shine
create / destroy
open / close
human / arthropod
- but all I can think is that I want to climb
the wall, do whatever it takes to leave
that fragile beauty in place.
I need to do my small part to slow the wreckage
of this world.
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I’m a systems engineer and creative coach living in ABQ, NM. I believe that we can intentionally design our lives to align with our deepest dreams and desires.