How extrordinary! How marvelous!
It is alive; it sees, it thinks
Ten million things. And here
In this little space, for a moment it thinks,
'How extrordinary! How marvelous!
It is alive...'
And as I think and write, from beneath my seat
a small grey lizard scuttles across the path.
I cannot catch it with my words;
It is immune to my wonder,
Safe, hiding in the bushes.