Chameleon with a Core
I am a chameleon with a core
My shell shrinks and grows
Soft, then firm, then soft again
One Christmas I am
taking bucket showers
At a humble home on
the banks of the Ganges
The next I am
plucked and polished
Champagne corks punctuating
the rhythm of the waltz
The statements:
Everywhere is home
and
Nowhere is home
are both true
I am like the wind
shifting to fit
whatever shape I find
Carrying whichever
fragrance I come across
And also, there is a
Core in me
Quite unlike the wind
Something solid
and lasting
and eternal
That moves with me
through each of these worlds
It is the pulse
in the hearts
of the harem
of women
I carry in me
A core radiating
love and connection
Sometimes it is a whisper
sometimes a roar
But even in the
fiercest wind storm
It is there
beating like a metronome
The one thread
of constancy
In an ever-changing
world