There, and Then Not

spider

(First published in San Diego Poetry Annual 2020. Thanks to all who create that publication.)

 

Next day, I chased a spider.

It was important.

 

She was beige with darker brown intermittent stripes,

furry pedipalps

Her round abdomen, pulsed and processed.

Her eyes, obvious, I recognized her terror

At this giant on a mission.

 

I could stomp her easily; I could ignore her; I could suck her up in the vacuum

But it was important, that she live.

 

I took a white, chipped, china coffee mug,

Tried to trap her.

She spun around, made it to the

dead cow chair and skittered under

faster than possible.

Not deterred,

after all,

I had gargantuan power.

 

I moved the hiding place,

careful with the dead tree legs

 

There she was again, in the open

Her eight appendages stuck,

Tried to skedaddle in eight directions

Confused how a sure thing could be there and then

Not

 

My cup descended, she now in darkness,

Scrap paper scooted under her delicate, exquisite, body

 

I liberated her outside under a veiny leaf, in the shade

Under cantaloupe and scarlet maple,

Under the cumulus cloud, the cerulean sky,

Under the radiance that started it all.

 

Like Ginsberg, I howled.

I, all powerful, I God, I Savior

 

And it was important

Because I couldn’t save you.

 

11 thoughts on “There, and Then Not”

  1. Wow Wow Wow! This is fantastic. I love it and identify since I also have a dead cow chair/couch with dead tree legs, and I often play god and catch and release spiders (daddy longlegs stay in if there are enough bugs in the house for them..—I am trying to write something for tomorrow and finding all kinds of excuses not to. Just ordered bright Mexican masks from a friend in San Miguel de Allende—Love Barb

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  2. Wow! Wow! Wow! This is fantastic. I love it and identify since I also have a dead cow chair/couch with dead tree legs, and I often play god and catch and release spiders (daddy longlegs stay in if there are enough bugs in the house for them.

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  3. Wow Wow Wow! This is fantastic. I love it and identify since I also have a dead cow chair/couch with dead tree legs, and I often play god and catch and release spiders (daddy longlegs stay in if there are enough bugs in the house for them.

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  4. >>
    But it was important, that she live.
    <>
    Confused how a sure thing could be there and then
    Not
    <<
    When I trap them, I always wonder what they're thinking. Now I know.

    Good work!

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  5. Yes to all the spider catch & releasers of the world. Yes to the poets who tell us about it. And finally, yes, to the spider, the cumulus cloud, and the cerulean sky.

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