Chameleon/TITLE> <LINK REL=stylesheet type="text/css" href="style.css"> <LINK REL="alternate" type="application/rss+xml" TITLE="Poetry Page RSS" HREF="http://sliz.net/poetry/feed.xml" > </HEAD> <center> <div id="headbox"> <h1>Stories from L.A.</h1> <h2> The Poetry Page</h2> </div> <div id="container"> <ul id="nav"> <li class="space"> </li> <li><a href="http://sliz.net">The blog</a></li> <li class="space"> </li> <li><a href="http://sliz.net/about">Whois Sliz?</a></li> <li class="space"> </li> </ul> <div id="content_box"> <div id="l_sidebaro"> <div id="l_sidebar"> <h3>Table of Contents</h3><br> <ul> <li><a href="poems_building.php">Building</a></li> <li><a href="poems_whypoems.php">Why</a></li> <li><a href="poems_hope.php">Learning Hope</a></li> <li><a href="poems_avocado.php">Avocado</a></li> <li><a href="poems_somewhere.php">Somewhere</a></li> <li><a href="poems_luckier.php">Luckier</a></li> <li><a href="poems_journey.php">Journey</a></li> <li><a href="poems_makinggod.php">Making God</a></li> <li><a href="poems_valentine.php">St. Valentine's Wake</a></li> <li><a href="poems_castles.php">Sand Castles</a></li> </ul> <br> <ul> <li><a href="poems_oneside.php">One Side of the Story</a></li> <li><a href="poems_otherwoman.php">An Other Woman</a></li> <li><a href="poems_theft.php">Theft</a></li> <li><a href="poems_firststreet.php">First Street</a></li> <li><a href="poems_singinggoodbye.php">Singing Goodbye</a></li> </ul> <br> <ul> <li><a href="poems_autumn.php">Autumn</a></li> <li><a href="poems_bluenote.php">Blue Note</a></li> <li><a href="poems_chameleon.php">Chameleon</a></li> <li><a href="poems_clouds.php">Clouds</a></li> <li><a href="poems_deuxmontagnes.php">Deux Montagnes</a></li> <li><a href="poems_endings.php">Endings </a></li> </ul> </div> </div> <div id="contento"> <div id="content"> <h3>Chameleon</h3> <br> <pre> If you had told me then that it was all a process of becoming, of growing into, learning to be, I would have cursed you. Even in the end when I knew identity was a game, or had become one, even then I would have held your eye with my glare, tried to turn you to ice and steam. Always it is the past that is processual, the present that is ends to yesterday's means. Becoming is small consolation for the years spent bored and lonely as I shed skin after skin, failed chameleon always one shade off, one step behind the sun and shadows.</pre> <br> <I>August, 2000</I> </div> </div> </div> <div id="footer"> All poems ©1996 - 2010 Sarah Elizabeth Edgington. <br>All rights reserved. <br> <br><br> <script type="text/javascript" src="http://s47.sitemeter.com/js/counter.js?site=s47sliznet"> </script> <noscript> <a href="http://s47.sitemeter.com/stats.asp?site=s47sliznet" target="_top"> <img src="http://s47.sitemeter.com/meter.asp?site=s47sliznet" alt="Site Meter" border="0"/></a> </noscript>  </div> </div> </center> </BODY> </HTML>