Alligator lizard crawling out from under the backyard stone patio.
I stop to watch a lizard.
The lizard stops to watch me.
As I crouch
he too, bends.
Deathly still,
thousand year eye
locked in vision.
Vision of this monstrous being
in trance of absolute wonder
by minute, fine detail
of reptilian armor.
Every scale in beautiful, perfect succession
His skin sings -
sings of enigmatic creation.
Delicate patterns drawn down
to the last point
of each keenly sensitive toe;
clean to the end of his tail.
A glove of most precise fit.
His beady eye still
still eyes me.
He steals away from my vision’s
stage of demand
Back to quiescent darkness;
darkness of which my white soul
whispers for crystalline, pungent soil.
From whence this lizard rose.
© Paola Berthoin, 2004
The lizard stops to watch me.
As I crouch
he too, bends.
Deathly still,
thousand year eye
locked in vision.
Vision of this monstrous being
in trance of absolute wonder
by minute, fine detail
of reptilian armor.
Every scale in beautiful, perfect succession
His skin sings -
sings of enigmatic creation.
Delicate patterns drawn down
to the last point
of each keenly sensitive toe;
clean to the end of his tail.
A glove of most precise fit.
His beady eye still
still eyes me.
He steals away from my vision’s
stage of demand
Back to quiescent darkness;
darkness of which my white soul
whispers for crystalline, pungent soil.
From whence this lizard rose.
© Paola Berthoin, 2004
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