So much greater, the world I do not see.
It would seem I walk among icebergs.
I walked this grassy trail, the summer sun catching the finest glossy thread, drawn tight across my path. From a slender branch of the gum tree, suspended on silk, she had landed here. And hid herself beneath the seed head.
Colorless legs, wrapped motionless around the grass.
Unseen.
Underneath.