I am not real

I have learned
the secrets of
the slinky

the chameleon
blends into
each and every
situation

wanting nothing
but survival
nothing but
another day

the chameleon
has a name
but in the moment

you cannot see it
you cannot hear it
you cannot remember it

I have learned
the secrets of
the ghost

how to say yes
and disappear

I felt the
darkness

move in
a welcome

guest I made
a bed for us

to rest

I watched
the clouds

cry on my
window the

the most
perfect tears

misshapen circles
about to bleed

I had to capture

them before
the light returned

and they disappeared

when I
was young

I fell into
an ocean

floating
all alone

adapting
to changes

resisting
nothing I
held my form

a far off
vision

of peace
fulness

I weathered
everything

outlasted
everyone

even through

the roughest
storms

I remained
silent

allowing
others

to use me
for support

means something
to us now living

in our isolation
to me as a child

it was lessons
taught to me

from a
child’s show

on TV

some followed
the street or

the electric
company

but me I
always wanted to

zooma zooma
zooma… zoom