by Beate Sigriddaughter

Horned lizard, young
and concerned
with a flat worried mouth

reminds me how
I hear, and get, the
trendy advice:
Love yourself.

But deep within me
is an ancient fear
that loving myself
simply won't count.

And God, valiantly
invoked for all purpose
love turns out
to be too distant
for comfort.

Would you please
dance with me, if only
just a little?