A Silken Line
Brandon Cook
In the two minutes since I walked the path and turned back
An unseen spider spread a silken line across it, glistening in the early sun, entwined between a stump and a sapling’s branch
I paused, deciding best how to preserve her work—aware that the most convenient path was to simply walk through and be ruinous to her world, without any seeming consequence
But grateful that I saw—and grateful for unhurriedness as the sun made her sedulous way into the day—
I walked around the sapling and saw how very much alike we all are
Working to bear the weight of so much morning