Published in
Mar 1, 2023
A new friend greets me every day on my bottom stair.
I rattled off myriad names, for days, attempting to christen this curious Carolina Anole before, Igon, dropped from my lips. They turned their prism-colored gaze on me, almost shy, as if to say “eh, that’ll do” to relieve me of a self-imposed burden.
Surely this engagement was a fluke, I continued to try out names and they turned away but didn’t move otherwise. I repeated Igon and they turned to face me again. Igon it is, I said. Nice to meet you, neighbor.
©️KS Hernandez 2023
