(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.
Just Carrie 
Thank you for sharing and keep on writing :)!
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Your amazing! Glad you posted this.
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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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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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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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But it was important, that she live.
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Confused how a sure thing could be there and then
Not
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When I trap them, I always wonder what they're thinking. Now I know.
Good work!
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Made me smile! Thanks. I love giant orb weavers!
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Scurryingly lovely!
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this is so wonderful!! 😀 And you used my picture! 😀
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Love it. You find beauty in the most ordinary things.
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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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