Looking at a Lizard, by Barry Spacks

How did I miss this poem when I was putting up all my lizard posts (also these)?

Looking at a Lizard

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

– Barry Spacks

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