Witness

by Eve West Bessier

Soon it will arrive,

that sweet moment

of clarity,

just before the twin spotted

spiny lizard sprints,

or just after,

his tail disappearing

under Apache grass.

I will witness it,

that moment,

wondering whether to let

it pass

without residual

intention to do anything

in particular.

This morning,

the lizard avoids

the roadrunner's beak

a small gift

in a hard-natured world.