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 