“Emerson felt the presence of the Invisible peopling the lonely places with life, warmth and beauty, not a flight of fancy away from reality but rather the shadow of a rock in a weary place.”
This my inspiration for today's poem with yesterday’s photo!
by Cynthia M. Spencer
I walk quickly early on a summer morning
feeling the fresh air
not yet burdened by the scorning Arizona sun
The path through the desert is visible but scant
like my path in life..only outlines.
My feet hit the sand and kick
unwanted stones out of the way.
Sometimes the view is big
and I am lost in it.
I come upon an outcropping of stones
sheltered by a large tree with long wispy arms
offering grace and beauty to the stone edifice.
the morning light on the stones reveals
an entrance to another world.
Fascinated, I stand very still and watch
while a small lizard makes its way
past the large stone
that stands as sentinel
at the center of the entrance.
He turns, just for a second and
looks at me. I swear I saw a smile
and a twinkle in his eyes.
Before I had a chance to blink
he was gone into the rocky fortress.
Now the sun’s heat beckons me back
to my own cooler fortress.
I wonder where the lizard will go today
with his smile and where I will go with mine.