I am done hibernating and am ready to get back to this blog. This is a poem I wrote over the winter, I hope you enjoy. I am nervous about putting my voice out there, but what the hell. I am getting bored with keeping my writing to myself!
Where are the Lizards?
The only lizards now are the ones running across my memory.
Their little bodies are asleep somewhere, curled up like dogs under layers of fall.
In truth, I do not know the way they sleep, or how, or if what they do can even be called sleep-
If I were more like Mary Oliver or even more like myself,
I would know.
Maybe in the spring I’ll wake up.
And like the Lizards I will unfurl.
I will stop distracting myself from being myself.
I’ll shop less, clean less, and I’ll un-busy myself with worries of the future.
Next winter I will write about the Lizards and
I will tell you exactly where they sleep and how.