The Pontificators

I was born a Day Gecko.
Diminutive green scales gleamed, wet-like in the morning.

A flavorsome, buttery sunlight
melted through the awning of my jungle estate,
dribbling down banana leaves to nutrify me.
I grew robust and adventurous;
meandering, munching on invertebrates,
rolling my tongue down conical blossoms
to liberate sweet nectar.

Gecko life was good.

After some elapsing of days,
I observed my reflection in a bath
where dew had splashed together
in the cup of a stone.

Growths!
Gnarly bumps were bursting up,
spilling out of my shoulders!
I could feel my skeleton unrolling,
coiling like snakes inside a stretched bag.
My bones spread skin
over two fresh sprouts;
gangly limbs that oozed haggard fingers.
They draped themselves with leathery membranes,
then pruned,
folding flaps and sags until it was taut webbing--
until in my reflection
I saw a pair of wings!

At dusk, when shock began to peel itself away,
I found I had pitched myself up to the highest branch
of the tallest tree in Madagascar.
I flagged like so much runny yolk,
watching recumbant clouds coast buoyantly past,
summoning me.

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