A Chance Meeting in the desert

I have held you,
In my hands;
Squirming, scaly lizard.

I chose you,
From a thousand miles of bush,
To look you in the eye.

What were you thinking?
As you flicked,
Your long blue tongue.

As soon as you'd arrived,
You'd gone,
Slithering through the sand like water.

Are you lost out there with the gum trees?
Happy, not knowing who I am?

I too slither through the sand,
Hunting for a crevice,
Until the sun has risen high into the sky