On a morning when mist ribboned the valley
and my steps were light,
I collected tufts of white wool from the barbs
of fences and wild roses.
When I came upon the web
of an orb spider spun between dry blades of grass,
I sat down and pulled the wool
from my pockets,
releasing strands into the light wind, floating one
and then another
into the silken house.
[This poem originally appeared in the artist book Twenty Views of Cascade Head (Crab Quill Press, 2001).]
Constellations of Humanity
Each luminous dot on this map represents one reader of this poem. As the number of readers increases, the stars begin to cluster and form an increasingly detailed constellation. My intent is to show how brightly a poem glows across our world. I welcome your light.