Chameleon

A poem by Martyn Foster.


Chameleon

I blend

The ability to choose

When to be seen

And not seen

Red, gold and green

Though it is not always easy (being green)


Chameleon

A creature who survives

By adapting to the situation

Communicating in many forms

Absorbing and deflecting heat

Independent eyes

Always attentive


Chameleon

Is everywhere a home?

Or nowhere?

Belonging and not belonging

Simultaneously

Is their absence even noted?


Human analogies abundant

The Joseph of the animal world

With a coat of many colours

Someone who succeeds in many environments

Can paint with all the colours of the wind

Their Polis is the Cosmos.


Chameleon.


A poem by Martyn Foster.


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