This is a poem by John Grey.
How delicate
the spider’s web
I break with my hand,
that wraps around fingers,
a silver strand
in the winnowed shine
of sun through forest.
You are amazed at how
the rays can find that thread,
and that thread only.
In this near-night,
to your eyes,
all the illumination
is coiled around my fingers.
This moment has it all:
a discerning sun,
a delicate canopy filter.
one human light source
a leap of faith away.
John Grey is an Australian poet, US resident. Recently published in Soundings East, Dalhousie Review and Qwerty with work upcoming in West Trade Review, Willard and Maple and Connecticut River Review.
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