Encounter with a Collared Lizard
A collared lizard,
A dinosaur in miniature,
crosses our path, stops to sun itself
on a limestone rock in a dry stream bed,
a meeting of species
that seems serendipitous, if not predestined,
even in the vast desert of space and time,
as if my human life is no accident,
but some sort of blessing,
not from the God who lives in churches,
demanding worship and sacrifice,
but from the goddess of small places and little lives,
the goddess who can't wipe the smile from her face.
I am retired after a life of various kinds of physical labor. I currently volunteer as a writing tutor and as a naturalist. My seventh book of poems is At Gloaming from North Star Press. My website is www.larryschugpoet.com.