VIBRATIONS

Unnoticed, the web began to form.
I had passed this way many times
but in my haste, preoccupied.
My mind saw what I had to do that day,
but my eyes were not opened.

One must rise early to capture
the essence of the day--
to reflect, to see.

The glistening dew drew my attention
to the intricate lacery
of concentric arcs

Filaments of gossamer
bright at its center
disappearing into the shrubbery
and the darkness of its frontier.

Arachne loves the light
until a vibration sends her
to the shadows for sustenance.

On my desk are letters concerning
the poor and the homeless
the imprisoned and the oppressed
the victims of the world's violence.

From the edges of my world
come the ripples of a common humanity.

I cannot help but resonate.


--Harry L. Serio
1989