The flat, preserved anoles

in my sister’s door frame

make me a little sad.

Why didn’t you move,

little lizards?

Maybe you had hung out

in the door frame before

and you thought you

were safe.

Perhaps you didn’t

recognize the

danger in delay.

Maybe you were


You clearly were

with friends

so maybe you

thought you

were in a good place.

The evidence

suggests otherwise,

my dear anoles.

Your demise reminds me

there’s a cost to

delaying change

when change needs to happen.

Your outline reminds me

that I sacrifice a dream

when I choose comfort

over courage.

Safe over brave.

When a move is a must

and I dig my heels in

to stay

where I am at

thankyouverymuch –

it will cost

me something –

every time.