On a Sunday Afternoon at Refrigerator Harbor

Dozing atop a picnic table,
Just lolling about, really,
Looking straight up into the sky
And figuring on the height of the surrounding trees,
Marveling at the blue of the sky beyond them,
I nearly missed this little visitor,
This tiny Joseph
In its coat of many colors,
And would have missed the wonder
Entirely, had it not signaled
To me its landing
With a "TW-S-S-S-P!"
At my ear.

I turned to see an insect
So wondrous
That mere words would fail,
Fail utterly,
To describe it.
There was just enough time
For one picture.
And then, as if to say,
"That is enough.
You have seen enough of my great beauty,"
It extended webs of finest gossamer
From beneath its burnished carapace
And vanished.