First Thing This Morning
FIRST THING THIS MORNING
The small spider took a chance,
set out across the bathroom floor
exposed like a deer in an open field,
its peripheral vision, its athletic abilities,
its mottled camouflage of no value here
on the white tile floor and bright lights from
over the sink made bright twice by an
unforgiving mirror that I argue with every day
Seeking refuge in stillness, the spider was dead
center in the revealing white light until, seeing
myself as often similarly exposed, I used a
single-ply tissue to push him under the bath
stool where, invisible, small and silent
he might survive a while longer!
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