The Cartography of the Spiderweb

On stretched threads, an invisible architect
draws aerial maps, without canvas borders.
Every junction, a knot, a sensitive point,
where the morning dew reveals itself.

Not unknown lands, but the path of the wind,
the slow trajectories of distracted insects.
A vibrating atlas, a fragile instrument
that measures space in precise pulses.

Here are the coordinates of a light shiver,
there the mute echo of a finished flight.
The weave tells its ephemeral journey,
a textile universe, then dissolved and lost.