WHERE IS THE WONDER WE SEEK
While we sleep,
the spider spins
a meticulous
architectural wonder,

a design so intricate
it captures emotion,
holds imagination,

the eyes of a passerby
spy the web
one misty morn,

its silken beauty entrances,
like a ballerina doing pirouettes
or an artist dabbing oil on canvas.

Our lives aren’t always so clear,
aren’t always so wondrous,

we spin into webs of confusion,
becoming bound in painful knots,

may we find a way
to loosen the painful
knots binding our loving hearts,

allowing wonder to spin
a new web of balanced connections
in our lives.

Photo taken by Susan DeGraaf taken at Sunny 95 Park.
The spider web was strung inside one of the soccer goal nets.
Look closely and you might find the spider in the top left of the photo.
Susan is a teacher and park neighbor who takes beautiful photography.

A TURTLE’S VIEW

His nose twitches with delight
as he ambles about in the early dawn,

every blade of grass
tickles his nose, tickles his toes,

he sips savory drops
of morning dew,

crosses rough stones
that chafe his calloused feet,

trundles over early
dandelion shoots,

relishes the scent of lilacs
perfuming the air,

samples skittles and chips
from a recent picnic,

he senses the vibration of nearby trucks,
the bustle of children going to school,

the rush and stir
of human life in full throttle
hurtling through busy lives,

he’s happiest feeling the rumble
of earth’s heartbeat,

the tempo of life
beneath his feet.

Poem and Photo by Rita Bourland
Turtle sculpted by Norton LaTourelle
nortonsgallery.com