– a poem by Fady 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?
–from “Alight†by Fady Joudah (2013)
(find it on Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/books/dp/1556594224)
About the poet: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fady_Joudah