My spiders love my house
Yet I do not like them in it.
They spin and spin, clouds of
Gray on my ceilings & walls…
I feel an urge to cleanse them
From my space;
No, it’s not appropriate for us
To share this space.
I thank them for their tenacity
And adaptability — most inspiring!
I love them, I do… and I can
Love them from an arms length away
Just as fiercely.
So here comes time
To find you a new abode,
One free of paint — and, no,
Not my rhododendron pot by
The windowsill — open to the wind.
Run wild, my pretties!
But… outside my house!
About the Creator
Sabayo Matiku
I express the realities and frequencies that words are carried on, to speak to the heart in a manner that is simple and free. I've come to ruffle feathers and to polish the sky, to laugh and wonder.
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