LIZARDS

LIZARDS

Where afternoon-warm sunlight weaves
Small lizards creep from brown, dry leaves
And rest- so still and shining-bright,
Their scales flash specks of rainbow light.

In quietness they soak up the heat
In this small world beneath my feet.
They breathe- and their sides shrink and swell
As if asleep or in a spell…

Yet they’re alert to shadow fall.
Are they like those, those long gone all,
Those great, earth-shaking dinosaurs
That once roamed far-past plains and shores?

They’ve been turned small by time, some say.
But what of sizes anyway?
In their small garden world they’re great
Bug-hunters of the reptile state.

For what do they know of my size?
I am not scaled to tiny eyes…
As I am but a little one
On earth beneath vast sky and sun?