Tuesday, May 13, 2014
An Impression of Lizard
An impression of lizard, like and unlike that I noted one September on a garden wall in Italy, the garden of strangers, where I was far from home and traveling incognito, though come for the first time in a long time into my own. Quick—like the passage of lizard down a garden wall, along a crack a flicker long and fast across the paving stones; and quick like “to the quick,” the quick and not the dead. Living.
Image: Christie B. Cochrell, An Impression of Lizard