A sheet of shimmering sequin
Flows rhythmically
Outside my window.
Men in hats
Launch strands of spider silk
Into it,
For their income
Or their lunch.
Who knows.
Above them,
Shy rays of gold
Peek in-between
The mountains of cotton looming above us all
Like palaces.
I'm speechless at this beauty.
I feel humbled
I feel rewarded.
I feel
...I don't deserve it.