It is interesting how a poem can make you believe in something that should already exist. Interesting is not the right word. It is right. That word is closer.
Tarantulas On the Lifebuoy makes me believe a little more in the goodness of humanity. At its thinnest layer I am left believing there are people who are selfless enough to love all beings, even spiders that could be dangerous. For a moment it was nice to know those type of people exist.
However, after reading again, the poem as I read it is not about a person who loves unanimously. A person who loves that way would not do it for what they get in return "They usually drown--but / if you want their favor," and shortly after, "a reward for not loving / the death of ugly". Love is not selfish, nor would you call something that you love ugly. If you saw something through loving eyes, it cannot be ugly.
And although the idea of leaving lifebuoys in you pool, just to save the lost spider was the most adorable thing ever, it isn't real. The intention is not sweet. Because the person that cares for spiders may just love the feeling of being loved by spiders.
I read it again. I have returned to the pure feeling of love, a buoy a token of friendship given with no self-motivation. Because it is the outcome I wish to see, I suppose it is what I will continue to return to. That is magic. Believing in something solely because you want to.
P.S. Do not get me started on "semitropical reason". I say it as if it means unreasonable; that is type of meaning that comes to mind with the pairing--yet that isn't it. Because the idea of a tiny creature slipping in the rain is not incomprehensible. It reminds me of haziness, warm rain, and maybe even the drunken happiness you feel on vacation. I told you not to get me started.
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