Helen Wilson - Lizard Listening

A lizard ironed onto a rock, <br />Lissom limbs loaded <br />With cells that feel the earth’s pulse beat… <br />Lazy lizard; goaded. <br /> <br />Not so, the wise among you say – <br />Laud the lizard’s languor, <br />For he takes time to hear the quiet; <br />He does not act in anger. <br /> <br />‘What does he know, ’I hear you ask, <br />‘Laden not with longing? ’ <br />He knows the moment here and now, <br />No past or future thronging. <br /> <br />Perhaps he will be preyed upon, <br />Lying lax and lightsome. <br />Yet will that spoil his listening? <br />Nay, the present is too ‘brightsome’.<br /><br />Helen Wilson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lizard-listening/