A chamelion allows me to see him.
On the path where I walk
When others pass by he moves just a bit.
I rest my eyes upon him softly
Vulnerable except in the ability
to be overlooked
because what is of larger form shares its color
and he takes shelter.
He hides
from everyone it seems but me
And I think toward it
with a tear in my eye
We are kin of a similar fear
I wish I could disappear
into something larger than me
that I too
would be overlooked
instead of standing out awkwardly
As I always do.
Because certain people notice in such a way
That they scare me too.
And I nod farewell
Pretending that the golden sunlight
Shares its glow
In the light around me
And I am safe.