Spider Web

The spider web drifts,

abandoned, useless,

high in the window 

bright in the setting sun,

close to a world in motion.

Not immersed in the savage flow,

it is protected from wild birds 

that caw in the swaying tree

peering down

at creatures bound to solid, 

unmoving ground.

Their motion 

is sacred motion,

but the web just aimlessly stirs

in an inner breeze 

always on the edge 

of the living sea

held fast by stasis 

of gravity.