Oh, and...

a poem I was working on...I guess it's a poem...

All That Is

The web is so delicate-
ly alive now
I barely feel the stirrings on it -
a tug here
a vibration there,
someone turning over
in sleep,
another breathing
in a dream
become
a circuit made whole,
pow! Two bright lights
send current
all across the web,
electrifying the eternal now
connecting all that is
in continuous light.


---hw