As I walked, as if
descending a downward spiral
My head full of the same words
And same thoughts going viral
The phrase is ‘righteous indignation’
From a textbook read long ago
And the self-talk is self-reinforcing
Despite any ‘even if’ or ‘although’
Shaking my head in agreement with myself
Something caught my eye
It seemed like a delicate necklace of pearls
On interwoven wires
Do you know what it was?
It was a spider’s web
Gently holding numerous droplets
After the rain had ebbed
The web so intricately crafted
The droplets glistening like gems
By the roadside, on the smallest shrub
Among some thorny stems
As my mind went silent,
Something else whispered, to my surprise
“The secrete of an insect can be a thing of beauty and joy
What excuse do we have, to be otherwise?”
In an instant I felt
A burden from my head being carried away
By delicate strings of a spider’s web
Sending me, un-entangled, along my way
Was wondering where you get such thoughts. Wow!
MY WILL ITERATION. 😑
Great reading!!👌👌👌
Thank you Sir! In this case, it is entirely a narration of what fortunately happened. Did not add anything from my side 😊 Thanks for your kind comments.