not a chameleon

I change

I am not a chameleon

I can change myself.  I want to

[be good and true and worthy and joyful]

and I do I change and become a new creature

with flashing eyes and hair

whose work is joy

I am not a chameleon,

changing coloring to suit surroundings

I change in defiance of my surroundings

I change myself

I change my surroundings

I am not a chameleon,

still and unblinking

I move, my eyes flash out,

I perceive and I change

I dance and I blink, look away,

glance sidelong, smile

I am not a chameleon,

with thin dry quiet flicking tongue

I speak fat

I shout wet

I sing

I am not a chameleon

I change

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(written shortly after 9/11/01)