poeming on an interconnected thursday

cobwebs over my kitchen sink

and I never would have noticed 
except I pointed the macro lens
at my window sill altar this morning: cobwebbed skull
connected to the shells and the roots
connected to the roots and the glass dish 
connected to the glass dish and the acorns
connected to the acorns and the eucalyptus pods
connected to the eucalyptus pods and the calf 
in the belly of the sandalwood elephant 
I was given almost ten years ago now
when conception was just a dream
of a memory that never seemed to stick
until the two halves of us became him
and all our connections cobwebbed together
in an infinite, endlessly multiplying
universe of atoms and space