Gecko
Gecko
Every morning a slim green gecko
traverses the railing on my lanai.
One morning going one way
the next the other
perhaps the highlight of its day.
Where is it headed?
What is so important?
Maybe the “it” is a she
making it even more interesting
to guess her purpose
her reason for punctuality
or habit or simply a thing
to do each day.
Somewhere is someone watching
asking questions
pondering my little life
that seems so big
so very important—
that I must write down moments
as if I may forget them
which in truth I may.
Does the gecko record moments
In a way known only to geckos,
as we preserve ours in ways
known only to humans?
One more question
to which I have no answer
as I live my life in habit
rimmed with mystery and wonder,
a balancing act on a narrow railing
from which, at any moment,
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