Wisps

With tiny craters echoing light through

its glass, a green garden globe rests

amid the plants looking like a strange

new world, a small planet dropped down

from space. You might overlook

such a common item sitting in a corner

in the shade of tall lavender covered

in fine webs —netting I first missed —

whole worlds exists that we simply ignore.

You may think there is no art,

but we have become spoiled by beauty

that God keeps giving us in the majesty

of His creation, depths of meaning

we take for granted in even the smallest

wisps of His making, like the cross stitching

of some tiny spider weaving a gauze web

between lavender stems on a sunny

morning in West Texas.

—C.L. Fisher, May 2020

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