A Lizard’s Song (written by Sarah Bennett)
I was walking home from the shops, a single bag tucked under my arm. I want to say it was filled with celery and carrots, greenery poking out the top, but I had only purchased eyeliner from the pharmacy and a cheap bottle of wine.
The sun came out, and I stepped by a large lizard. It scurried away, and I felt bad I had frightened it.
I am sorry. Please continue your song.
Upon returning home, I sat outside on the cement steps, book in hand. I thought if a lizard were to come out and play I would treat it kindly this time.
I popped inside for the quickest moment, and when I once again occupied the stairs I saw the end of a tail disappear into the bricks.
Sometimes I shout for God to bring me a gift when I should quieten my voice to receive what is already before me.
Sometimes I must remind myself to tread carefully or I will miss the very treasures I seek.