A gecko scampers across the ceiling
It’s a wonder to behold how his tiny body contradicts gravity with ease
I watch, back flat on the bed
Head so heavy, I can hardly lift it from the mattress lip
The gecko starts and stops and starts and stops his frantic scurry
No rhyme, no reason
I love to be so unpredictable
Perpendicular as horizontal is to vertical
I admire you, little gecko
For your flighty agility
But while you chase mosquitos’ shadows
With unmatched focus
Relentlessly
I conjure sweet treats with my imagination
In this body of lead
Who’s really free?
Art by Kėkė 