Of A Lizard Poem by Robert Rorabeck

The warm spine of a lizard hanging upon a rosy ixora
Bouquet—outstretched from the unruly head
Out front of the house that is for sale, which you can outlet
As four separate apartments—
The lizard lies like a diver reclining on his board—
Insouciant though thoughtful eyed—Knowing that he is
On television, but never carrying or even mindful of if
It is his turn—
Nor is he mindful of the airplane in the sky,
Or the hurricane in the Gulf of Mexico—
Or you up in Ocala with your husband and two children,
Or even of me—a man who has to wait one more
Month for his pregnant wife to arrive from
China—he is just there,
Enjoying the limitations of his senses—
This lizard, a matchstick or a wizard—
Lying there beside to the river of the sidewalk that is
Running through the day.