Good Morning

The morning sun has just reached the ground
And there’s already a lizard out
Exploring over the tumbled rocks,

And it catches your eye, and you think,
Or, rather, this event in your brain
Triggers another part of the brain

To toss out the word, Life. Just that, Life.
And you pause to watch for a moment,
Taking in the twists of the lizard

As it forages, additional
Thoughts cropping up about smaller lives,
Microscopic lives, lives vs. rocks,

And so on, memory foraging
Itself, until you realize it’s gone.
You’re watching a sunny heap of rocks.