The white cobweb withstands the morning breeze.
The weight of dawn’s dew dappled on its threads
Makes the web stronger,
like the baby lifting it’s head over and over.
The spider wakes at one end,
Sensing movement at the other.
She opens her multidudinous eyes,
Seeing the kaleidescope of light touching water all around.
Each eye seeing a different color;
Each leg reaffirming her embodiment for another day.
Time to go to work.