May all the lizards in the porch gardens of the seventh ward sleep well tonight
May they bathe in the kindness of the sun in the morning
Lacy rays through the basil
Cool shade under aloe
As they wake pale green skin sings
Soft sunlight streams through and blesses hello.
Lazy feet over leaves in the planter box
Uncurl and recurl of the tail on a rock
Fingers grasping vegetation
A conversation with creation
Unsung and unseen forever
The whispers carried through the wind and heavenward
Bask in the streetlamp,
Porch light,
Moon drinks it all in.
Lays on your bed
Till you slither off to sleep
Rustle goodnight in the grass
Garden Lizard Lullaby
Forrest Condon is a recent University of New Orleans graduate with a bachelor’s degree in English Literature. When he isn’t writing, he’s walking his dog or riding the bus. Sometimes he stands in the rain, but only when no one is looking.