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!