I remove Poetry of Presence, An Anthology of Mindfulness Poems from the shelf and the book opens to this poem by Fudy Joudah.
wouldn’t hurt a spider
That had nested
Between her bicycle handles.
For two weeks
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?