Chameleon

Learning to shapeshift

Time is a chameleon A shapeshifter, a tightrope, An unpredictable companion

Some days it sits, quietly Like an exhausted gator in the Louisiana sunshine Moving almost imperceptibly Not threatening, but almost…

Some days it rushes Like salmon up a stream With power and purpose Sending you racing towards legacy and consequence

Some days it wraps you in its velvety arms A tight hug Comforting, yet demanding action

Some days it arrives like an unexpected gift A free hour, innocently wrapped in potential

Time is a concession, a fateful compromise A life-long negotiation between freedom and purpose