To Yordi
to catch
this spring minute
when a lizard stretches a leg
there on the first step
probably hungry
it misses in a heartbeat
the train of ants
he looks at me,
we are silent together
and didn’t flinch until now
when the shadow
on my sun hat
scared him and shot himself
in the curly geranium
Mom
are you talking to the flowers again?
my daughter’s voice startled me
and I slipped into her smile