I am constantly surprised by how little I notice. Perhaps that is why I am so fascinated by the topic. This poem is about mistaking the ordinary for being . . . ordinary.

The Web

It appeared one morning

Knit into the upper left corner

Of the backdoor frame

Pine needle tassels along the side

Preserves hanging like ball fringe from the top

“Why did you knock down the spider web?

It was so beautiful!”

“Oh!” he said, wide-eyed

Examining the loose threads

Body bending into the mystery

 “I didn’t know

that it was beautiful.”

          -Michelle Winter