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
(written shortly after 9/11/01)