Thin lines criss cross connecting one point to another.
Each one seems to unite a sequence,
seemingly unrelated circumstances begin to seam together.
A quilt, patched together tracing a pattern
an outline of something more, built square by square.
I watch as it grows from the center out,
looking fragile but so connected,
the strength unbelievable
able to sustain a gale and still hold.
A chain strung together by events,
borders that brushed ever so lightly
without knowledge, still the lines existed.
Traces continue to build faintly
but when the sun hits it at the right angle
I can see the dew on the web and make
out the shape clearly as it dawns.