“Web”
A thousand strands gleam,
enticing to be followed,
each leading to doom.
Steve D
A thousand strands gleam,
enticing to be followed,
each leading to doom.
Steve D
Feet forge on, heedless.
Mind wanders, searches for what?
A spot of stillness.
Steve D
Keep ahead, don’t stop.
Flow one to the next, again,
eyes on the simple path.
Steve D
Mind demands work,
body pleads for a break. Sit.
Return with vigor.
Steve D
Nearly completed,
hold fast until the finish,
with the end in sight.
Steve D
Plastic shovel scrapes
sitting on a mound of dirt
new favorite game.
Steve D
Sharing in their size,
learning to share toys and hugs.
They’ll be friends, we hope.
Steve D
Soft sounds under boot
announce a barren tundra,
frozen world for ants.
Steve D
Solidified sheet
temporarily covers
worn paths and mud trails.
Steve D
Second set of eyes
to give voice to suffering
and show quality.
Steve D