By George Yatchisin
The spider had to rethink happiness once it reached the moon.
The moon could not be reached for comment, bored
with its own phantasmagoria, our need for pareidolia
when there’s so much we clearly refuse to face.
Spin, spin, sang the spider, insisting on the literal
even while lunar, achieving its latest discovery of amazing.
Who doesn’t want everything to be something else.
And spider hangs, agnostic of its own aesthetics,
worshipping only what solves the geometry of hunger.
The Importance of Arts, Culture & The Creative Process
Poetry provides a space for time to slow, for attention to sharpen, for emotion to deepen, for compassion to flourish, for history to be cherished, for beauty not to be taken for granted.
What was the inspiration for your creative work?
Seeing the spider "on" the moon that I managed to get a photo of (attached below).
Tell us something about the natural world that you love and don’t wish to lose. What are your thoughts on the kind of world we are leaving for the next generation?
At this moment, as the national parks are being defunded and so much of the natural world seems at risk, I have to admit I'm a bit terrified. So it's crucial to take as many small steps as possible our own. So I honor the ceanothus we planted in our yard two years ago, already quadruple size. And the manzanita, growing more slowly, but clearly thriving.
