It Was a Pretty Good Book
Still reading outside at a strange day's end,
I watched words drag their shadows
until one leaf braced a spider opening further
into a maelstrom of tiny, upside-down Ls.
Which startled a little hunter anole
tricked out in identical brown leaf color.
He belled his throat (having swallowed
what was left of the sun) to show he knew
the possible end of a pas-de-deux.
But at least they were full of each other,
lizard and spider mother.
And when, sleepless and changing
one plot for another,
we were drawn to that night's upward bloom
"Don't pause" was the only cloud-thought crossing
what rounded between the Star Crab's claws.
Copyright © 2012 by Terri Witek
All rights reserved.
Reproduced by Poetry Daily with permission