(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,
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.
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
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.