This,
from 'Lives of the Reptilian Saints’
I
saw a slender garter snake resting near the road
I
wanted to believe he had made that journey safely,
all
the way from the other side
I
was so amazed that he was even still alive
Something
of a miracle with the way this
traffic flies
Something
of an accident or maybe, a not so simple, random magic chaos
Now
he’s left free to disappear forever, down into the weeds
Just
a chance encounter with another world
that’s disappearing,
just
a glimpse of things as they’d always been: Living and not building
Surviving
not creating, adapting not administering, belly to the earth,
moist
tongue probing ever so gently into that warm summer air,
Not
driving behind dark glasses with the tinted windows all wound up
And
as I savored those delicate, mottled stripes
the
wonder overwhelming,
I
finally saw that he had shown me, that I had, indeed, lost
my way.
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