micropoem of the day: the lizard

The other day I took my morning coffee out on the back porch. It was a pretty good day to meditate. Get my groove back. The birds were singing up a storm. If you looked up “nice day” in the dictionary, you’d find a picture of this particular day. Azaleas were blossoming like crazy. Acting like they own the world. There was even a butterfly or two. I looked over. There looking at me eye to eye was a lizard. He looked like he didn’t have a care in the world. Then I noticed.

a lizard, no tail
green thread against the wall
a tail, no lizard.