Exposed

The hidden silk hammock,

artwork of concealed artisan,

catches the light as prey.

A cracked pavement in thin air,

air traffic control in a no fly zone,

the secret trap.

A delightful scrawl of child,

inscribed in stillness,

a silver thread

threatening blood.

This catchment shine

a shrine to nourishment

for the passing eye

and the spider standing by.