Interdependence.
Descending to sunset\'s low edge
I came upon waterfalls heavy
with liquified mist, yet
protecting small patches of self-set
blue iris bedecked
in myriads of strongly spun webs
attached to linked petals,
for spider-charged captive\'s end.
Tangled in knots of fine dexterity
they being there brought to death
wilderness legend
of impassable granite as unblest
to life amid barren shelves
rife with tragedy and ever ready
to reward struggling effort
with loss of predator\'s measure.
Going down further to twilight
safety, memory sharpened by
interdependence, mind
full of thoughts of trap-flying
praiseworthy spiders
spinning steel-powered hides
among stalks of blue iris
feeding raw hunger with flies
and succeeding despite
noise of falling water-height
they of miniscule size
awed me with such enterprise.
.
Impassive and snow-flushed high
scenes can nurture wild
hidden things that dare to survive
and live by needs realized.