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Work in Progress

Work in Progress

from Within My Illusions

I am a work in progress,

Like the spider web outside my window

On the first day of fall.

The first day I noticed it

I thought it was perfect–



Concentric circles

Spanning two feet across,

A quintessential image.

An ephemeral thing

Strong enough to endure

Daily forces and pressures,

But easily forsaken

When a late afternoon thunderstorm

Rips through its fabric.

But the web is not abandoned.

That gaping hole

I saw the night before

Is filled by morning,

Sealed with a new weave,

Rendering it whole again.

I am a work in progress.

The unfinished painting,

The half-written poem,

The dough still rising.

I am the sky at dawn wondering

Why children are taught that I am blue

When right now I am pink-orange

And often the hue of deep space and filled with stars.

I am a work in progress.

Perhaps more like the spider than the web,

Mending tears,

And tending to the cracks

That lace my heart.

I am a work in progress

And still I am



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