Chameleon

Samuel Marcotte

I don’t fit, I don’t mold, but I learned the flick,

I fly slick, I hijack and I stick.

I don’t track through the mud like heavy water,

I roll, I’m a wave in the deaf sand.

I flow like the wind, I’m night in the sun, and I

Run. I’m the blind in sight, I’m colors,

I’m none. I float in the shallow, coarse ocean;

But no one sinks very deep either.

Samuel Marcotte is a first year Honors English major, hopefully with minors in Communication and Creative and Professional Writing. When not writing poetry, Sam can be seen helping the Abbey Players, writing for the Crier, singing in the Abbey Choir, or working in the NHIOP. Samuel is very grateful for being included in the Humanitas Journal and also wants to thank his friends and family for their love and support.