Keeper of The Web

 

One drop of water

or rustle of wind

makes the whole web listen.

 

And there she is in her

long white gown

refastening its corners

to the edges of the world.

 

Every memory and dream

ever ignited or lost

is alive in the intricate grid

of her finely woven Universe.

 

Pieces always come undone,

broken

with someone or

something left feeling

disconnected from their lineage.

 

So she mends,

eterernally,

one sticky strand at a time.