Caught in life’s web

One problem

With being tall

Is that you often

Walk into stray spider webs.

We’re all caught in life’s web

Of connections

Happily raucous birds

Greet the sunshine

As it streams through a stormy morning

The veteran sells

Remembrance Day reminders

The neighbour whose smile

Isn’t so big today

The colleague whose wife

Has just lost her battle with cancer

We’re each caught

In the tendrils of life’s web

We can blunder about

“Forging our own path”

Or we can savour

Each of the tendrils of connections

As a moment of grace.

Shall we blunder on?