The Art of Camouflage
I will change names, places, dates,
I will change tenses, persons, voices,
I will change genders,
I will change days of the week,
I will change months of the year,
I will change seasons if need be,
I will conceal my sources,
I will become an expert
in the art of camouflage.
No one but myself will know
the words I have been given,
in the beginning, to look at,
to interrogate, and to find
the story they hide,
Which is there for me and me alone,
the story I want to tell, about her,
about us, about our life together,
about how we look after each other.
Although it starts with someone else,
The story will be my own.
I will tell it the way I see it
and the way I feel it. No one
has heard it before, or suspected
that it could be so. I will say
What I have to say, even if I expose
myself, or her, like the pheasant
behind the japonica bush, hiding among
bare branches, in plain sight, visible to all.