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
Unless otherwise indicated, all content, including writing and images, are the work of C.L. Fisher and may not be copied, used, or distributed without permission.