Take the Measure of the Day

Strands

Intricate, delicate,

the web in an upper

corner of my garage.

The (to me) nameless spider

is moving so quickly, adroitly

over those slim strands.

Graceful though she is,

she seems too big for them,

too active at the moment

for them to hold.

But they do

as she goes about her business,

pretending I’m not here,

repairing or extending,

I don’t know.

I see no entangled prey

So I’m thinking that today

the job is maintenance.

To Ponder

1. Some days are meant to set themselves up without our

help.

2. At least at their beginning, we best approach them with a

light heart and open hand.

3. We don’t know where they should go, what they should

do, or what they will provide or demand.

4. That is, until . . . or unless we fall into their rhythm, so

unlike what we may have had in mind.

5. If we can bring ourselves to care, the question to ponder

is What wants to be seen, heard or felt.

6. Slow now, listen, look—it’s all soft to the eyes, ears and

skin.

7. Now, go there. It’s likely to turn out well.

© 2013 Allan Cox, Allan Cox & Associates Inc. All Rights Reserved.
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