The Little Lizard - a Gecko Tale

Earlier in the week, we had all been baptized together, us humans, and I pondered over the existence of God, over all sorts of spiritual things, while walking home from work. The Arizona heat was soothing after dark, my back felt good, therefore, I felt good being in my body. Work had been tiring, and I had somehow repaired some machines, a good deed that nobody in the town wanted anyone to knock me down for having done. Work would run out when the weather cooled a bit more, as the people I was staying with had found themselves overloaded with unexpected paying renters from my entourage.

Seeing my sister, Tatiana, at work, was both a wonder and a disappointment. I could not speak her language in a social way, and we were both not supervisors. Not wanting to accidentally detour her career, I chose to be quiet about everything, as I wanted her to become a manager someday. She had heard tapes of me talking to the hissing machines in a cryptic Russian, and knew that I had said some very technologically deranged things, things that were not of this level. At times, I was glad that my only companions on the walk home were a few lizards, who skittered back and forth shyly during my slow walk back to my lodging.

I plopped down myself into a chair by the backyard swimming pool, and looked up at the stars, then, looked quickly down into the swimming pool. There he was, a tiny little baby lizard of some species unknown to myself, barely conscious, placidly floating in the swimming pool. Rescuing this little baby took no time at all, just a quick scoop out of the swimming pool.

I allowed the little gecko, probably, to awaken slowly on my outstretched hand, then to crawl up my arm slowly, while pondering many things about life, silently. This, a most odd sort of a baptism for the little guy, done by some unknown force or entity, that I had merely stopped, to share some starlight and a glimpse of the beauty of the gibbous moon with.