Lizard

Noticing, she moves
lizard-swift
as a memory of herself.


*****

OK, I almost lost it this time! I forgot and then remembered and then forgot NaPo until I was almost asleep last night, composed this in my head but didn't want to get up, made myself remember it, forgot it when I got up, either remembered or re-composed it, and finally here it is, yesterday's poem. That was a lot of work for something so small and insignificant, and its story is longer than the piece, but the lizard can skitter out of my head now.

Sometimes I wonder if I should just keep doing NaPo one of these years, just not stop until the first of the following May, to see if I could do it and maybe what it would do to me. Skitter.

painting; fins

I am carefully tracing the shape of fins
on paper, and I did not just dip my brush
in my glass of lillet blanc----almost.
I am remembering the gaze of that fish
and the way she moved in her home,
twenty feet below.