I Am a Chameleon

I am an enthusiastic rainbow chameleon until I am a cumbersome ox Wait! Hold up! Stop! I meant I am a excited spotted lizard mercurial and fast moving I slide from granite rock to mica rock slithering in wetness, shaking my rattlers Watch out world! I am dangerous! I find myself flying high in the azure sky with heart and confidence of the American bald eagle you had better not shoot me, Arkansas! There is a ten thousand dollar fine, you know In but minutes I fall from the peace of the clouds, landing in refreshingly cool lake water I swim around in here, with the joy of a golden retriever finding some natural springs life is an adventure, and I mean to taste it all You cannot catch me. I’m the gingerbread man. Warm and hot from the oven. Sliding down the hill in a white rabbit lined parka. I live my truth, spouting it into my art and my poems. I remember when I found myself; I was twenty-eight. I knew the only opinion that mattered any more was my own. Most freeing moment of my life!