Landscape with Ordinary Things
A spider has strung a wide net
across two rocks jutting up from the rivulet—
a mini rickety footbridge hung low.
The spider hides in a dry corner
and when a water bug becomes trapped,
the spider doesn’t wait for it to stop twisting,
but crawls right to it, spinning and wrapping,
nibbling the long legs still trying to walk on water.
Last night, behind the caves of burning wood
in the beehive-shaped fireplace, I could see
into the cracked mud, past the honeycomb lath
of chicken wire—to the adobe bricks
of its construction. How quickly fire turns
one thing into another—nothing’s ever destroyed—
ashes to soil to wood and back to flame.
Wind blows the threadgrass, stirs the red-winged
blackbird to rise and land on a cattail. The curve
of the bird’s dark claws sink into the domed tip
as if it were a pincushion, and when the blackbird
jumps back into flight, a clutch of seeds releases
into the air, each one thrusting outward, ignited.
Header photo by InspiredImages, courtesy Pixabay.