The Orb Weaver Outside My Bay Window
by Sammy Parker


From the first spiral strand,
from the center to the outermost circle:
web-spinning civil engineer—

from the symmetry of function,
from the accumulative structural power of
165 million years, refining its one unique creation:

singularity without ambition,
sprung from the base and origin of
creative, architectural atoms;

purpose without enmity;
purpose in unplanned, steely gossamer;
product of concentric precision—

beauty by chance,
knowledge by
atavistic intuition—

golden-silk, silent stealth;
infinitesimal vibrations,
the spoils of inattention—

every end justified by
every mean; every effect, by
every cause—

in the raw, ragged, sensate world,
paragon of perfection.






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