In the parched path
I have seen the good lizard
(one drop of crocodile)
meditating.

The image juxtaposes dryness and contemplation: a “parched path” suggests heat, scarcity, and spiritual or emotional aridity, yet within it the “good lizard” appears as a small, resilient presence capable of “meditating.” The parenthetical “(one drop of crocodile)” complicates the gentleness implied by “good,” hinting at a latent, ancestral ferocity or a trace of the monstrous within the humble. Read this way, the lines compress a Lorquian tension between innocence and menace, the everyday and the mythic: even the smallest creature carries a primordial history, and even harsh landscapes can host inwardness and quiet revelation.