Looking at a Lizard by Barry Spacks
My only purpose this moment
is looking at a lizard.
Does he know he’s not alone?
He breathes with tiny push-ups,
his skin all hairline caverns
soaking up the sun.
I doubt, alive, I’m liable to get
closer to timelessness than this,
looking at a little lizard breathing.
See more excellent poems in Sabio’s Poetry Anthology
My thoughts: This week I went to a pet store with my daughter — she loves visiting pet stores whenever she can. While she looked for guinea pig supplies, I spent a long time quietly watching some lizards as they basked still in the warm lamps. Then today I read this poem and was amazed to see someone feeling something I felt that day. See my previous post called “The Mountains Breathe” to read more on this issue if you wish.
Source: From Writer’s Almanac: Oct 12th, 2015