One of my little guys from last school year inspired me to write this. So though this is inspired by my experiences, it is a fictional piece. I am not sure where it is going. I wanted to explore what I am seeing and experiencing through the amazing little beings in my life from another perspective. I am hoping that putting this out into the light helps me move forward and continue the story.
Hurt no living thing:
Ladybird, nor butterfly
Nor moth with dusty wing,
Nor cricket chirping cheerily,
Nor grasshopper so light of leap,
Nor dancing gnat, nor beetle flat,
Nor harmless worms that creep.
The Keeper of Small Things
My teacher tells me to pay attention but I am always paying attention. I am paying attention to all those small things that need to be protected. All those small things that need to find their ways back to their homes. My teacher tells me not to worry but she doesn’t know that I have to be watching and ready to do my job. Small things have to always be watching and thinking about what to do next. It is the only way to stay safe. I am small but there are things smaller than me. I know what my job is.
Keeping small things safe is important, taking care of small things that’s my job. Dying flies need a resting place under the old yarn spool, crayons need to find their homes, crickets need to be saved from the bathroom sink, and my little brother, he is the biggest job for such a small thing, I have to teach him to be invisible. I have to help him learn about how to stay safe. My hands are small but they can do big things. They can take care of things. I watch carefully.
One day my teacher saved a spider from our classroom. Maybe she does understand what it means to take care of small things. I don’t know maybe, maybe not. She is also the one who told me to stop worrying about the flies. And then they died. I hid them under the old yarn spool. I couldn’t look at them. The next day I went back to find them and they were gone. Did the teacher find them? Did she find them a new home? She did put the spider outside safe from the stomping of all our feet. She let me help her save the spider. She caught him with a cup and put her hand over the top. There was still space for the spider to get out so I put my hand over the space and then we carried the cup to the window. The teacher opened the window and let the spider outside.
Maybe she does know about taking care of small things. I’m not sure yet. I think I have to keep watching and paying attention. I have to keep doing my job, taking care of small things.