608. 14/8/16 (#600)
Its eye locks on mine,
A tiny bead,
Resting between the smooth tiles of its skin.
Its head tilts towards me,
A flicker of tongue,
Swiftly tasting the baking air.
Its tail twitches to one side,
A wave down its length,
So precisely positioning the delicate limb.
Its body twists a little,
Toes spread apart,
As it clings to the sandy brick.
Its skin pulses,
Appearing like silk,
As each breath moves those scales beneath the sunlight.
I'm writing this poem, my 600th, in France. Even here I'm adding to this monumental project that I started pretty much on a whim. I have to say this has been an incredible journey, and what I've loved the most is sharing this journey with everyone who has wanted to join me. 94,000 views as I write this - these are numbers I can no longer visualise. Thank you, thank you, thank you to everyone, especially those who have commented because reading those really keeps me going sometimes.
600 DOWN...THE REST OF MY LIFE TO GO!