The Lizard

I am in the desert and I am the desert. The lizard is a Monitor. The lizard is a Gila Monster. The lizard is actually a snake. I’m following tiny tracks. I’m following a trail that resembles a log dragging in the sand. I’m following anything moving without my consent. The lizard is six inches. The lizard is six feet long. The lizard has stopped in the path of the sun. The sun is a dart. The sun is trapped in bead black eyes. The lizard is looking up at me looking down. The lizard is a statue. The lizard is a rock. The night is hiding. The night is a thief. The night sucking heat from sand. I am waiting waxed in moonlight. The lizard is a cricket now. The lizard is a cactus looming long and hearty. The sun is moving now. The lizard is a skeleton. The lizard is an ornament. The ornament is skull-rib-tail. The ornament is dust. The sun demands a sacrifice. The sun is screaming at me. I am looking up. I am looking at light. I am lost and my eyes are black. I am lost and my eyes are little suns. I am lost. I am low in the earth. I am the lizard. I am the answer
to the sand. I am starving for starlight. I am the rock at night.