light catches it
like morning sun
on a single spiderweb strand
blown glass stretched so thin
it sings every time we breathe
connecting us
more frail than
sun-bleached bird bones
sudden movements
scare you like a nervous cat
so i mirror you
match your speed
and keep this thin tendril
from bending
from shattering
today the trend is all
self-healing polymers
but these inevitable shards–
will they go back together
get stronger
more flexible with mending
or will we just end up
with bloodied fingers
——
Words and Feathers 
I’ve started reading your work out loud (when you don’t open mic it). The structure and the brittle consonants harmonise with the theme beautifully. I don’t if that was intentional but if it was, it’s [insert overused ‘g’ word here]
Thank you so much. I can’t say it’s always intentional. I’m not that conscious of my process most of the time. But I did try to make this one sound brittle. I’m glad it came through.
Marvelous.
Thank you, Rose.
I love this! It is a gorgeous piece. Love how attuned to nature it reads.
Thank you!