Glistening spheres reflecting
balancing on silk
Scattered on a spiderweb
A cartographer’s map
Towns and villages
at the junctions of highways
A close examination reveals
It’s all the same town
Each drop, a slightly different angle
But all have a mountain in the background
A building on the right
A spreading tree sparkling with dawn
The web is a multiverse of decisions
The spheres branch into discrete outcomes
In one a tavern closed forever
In another a tavern sleeping
Before the day awakens
Another globe, a mansion on the cusp
The owner rising from slumber
All the same man but not
All the same building but not.
Does silk connect decisions and outcomes
A pathway to travel between them?
Is the spider predator or guardian?
To catch the travelling morsel
To protect the lines
So that each decision plays out
Before the sun evaporates the outcomes
If this is but one web of a multiverse
Then there must be more
Each web collecting
Each web reflecting
Each web existing.