Against the quadrille pattern
interwoven with the metal lace
threads
of a window’s screen that
holds the dry dust of August
at a indistinct distance f2.8
This interrupter of my view
filters and obscures...
The aperture and shutter speed
are all wrong
for this specific framed snap shot
this morning
She (the industrious arachnid)
has diligently worked
evenings and twilights
to construct this masterpiece
that I perceive merely as
a textured mat scrim
She rests now
and I allow her life and art,
without condition,
knowing this fleeting image
lies between pressed pages
and photo albums
only for her and me
Wanderings and Reflections