Known Shadows

a lizard crosses the wisteria's black shadows
freezes in a brilliant white sun on white stone

and the air is full of playful finch bantering
the full flutter of heavy air under their wings
thickly rhythmic pulses in the hum of cooing dove
rubbing leaves
nodding flowers
other birds

this audience of mine confides in me
confides in this breeze softly
that all will be well
that all will be

I want to believe them

then the lizard races back
to the known safety
of its familiar
shadows

jppestana
5.8.2018
known shadows