days of rain
baby water dragon*
likes my yard
*Eastern Water Dragon, Australian lizard.
in my yard
the intruder stands
with bold gaze
claiming ownership –
this tiny lizard
I look out through the glass door.
A baby water dragon stands proud
in the rain-soaked yard, gazing back.
I turn, grab my camera. In that moment
it disappears, I’m focused on an empty spot.
I still see the vivid defiance, the ownership.
'We must stay positive!' many exhorted, as fires destroyed much of my country. I found such advice intensely annoying. What, play for the sinking of the Titanic? And anyway, I felt I was only capable of dark, despairing poems. Then one wise friend advised me to find small things to still love about the world and write of them, so as not to pass even more despair to others. I couldn't at first; then, finally, turning to micropoetry seemed to offer a way.
(I've decided I like the cherita best on this occasion, and am making resolutions to use it more often.)
I'm sharing this at Weekly Scribblings #6 at Poets and Storytellers United: Turn Cliché Into Poetry or Prose.