Web

My faith had been held by a spider’s thread
I kept walking through…
Ever since fall swaddled the world in cold dark.

Something has shifted…
The promise of Elections,
Tess finding her sister
On the bone-cold streets,
Kassandra’s love for her departed boy
Which triumphs over paling grief.
These are flames illuminating
The cavern of my psyche,
Transforming my faith into a silvery web.