Cornered

By John I. Blair

The smug lizard
Stares at me
And at the house,
Poised exactly
At the wall’s right angle,
This eye south,
The other east,
Confident of the situation
As I am not
Since my two orbs
Just track as one
And hold my view
To what’s in front,
Hind sight
Merely a desire
And side sight
Almost nonexistent.

©2008 John I. Blair