My sister shared this beautiful poem by Katy Luxem with me recently, and I want to share it with you as well here:
There must be something wrong with me.
In the fall, the neighbors spray their eaves,
with poison dripping like a soft rain. They’d kill
for a weedless lawn, a pest-free porch.
But I sit outside thinking the light is honey
for us all. I’ll leave the sunflowers
until they freeze, and let my many-legged
thoughts go. Part of me is always hurting
for the smallest among the living. I can’t help
how I open, instead of shut before winter.
I leave a crack. I invite the spiders in.
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