The Chameleon

Place me in a room

And I'll disappear

Into the background

I'll become the fly

On the wall

With ears

Listening

With eyes

Watching

Pull me into a conversation

and I'll blend

Into the words

I'll become the mirror

With lips

Smiling

With voice

Laughing

Push me into the spotlight

And I'll pretend

For the crowd

I'll become the stage

With hands

Waving

With tongue

Telling

Put me in a cell

And I'll melt

Into the floor

I'll become the earth

With body

Folding

With mind

Faltering

But

Let me be

And I'll transform

Into something new

I'll become myself

With heart

Unfurling

With spirit

Soaring