I remove Poetry of Presence, An Anthology of Mindfulness Poems from the shelf and the book opens to this poem by Fudy Joudah.


My daughter

wouldn’t hurt a spider

That had nested

Between her bicycle handles.

For two weeks

She waited

Until it left of its own accord.

If you tear down the web I said

It will simply know

This isn’t a place to call home

And you’d get to go biking.

She said that’s how others

Become refugees isn’t it?

The evening fog pours in
Friend Hawk checks out the view

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