Cobweb

The white cobweb withstands morning breeze

The weight of dawn’s dew dappled on threads

Making web stronger

like a baby lifting its head over and over

The spider wakes at one end

Sensing movement at other

She opens her multidudinous eyes

Seeing kaleidescope of light touching water all around

Each eye sees a different color

Each leg reaffirms her embodiment for another day

Time to go to work