Morphing Again

We met in blankets of rain Speaking in bubbles her words umbrellaed me When we bounced back to her house She got quiet and wound up her energy She leapt like a frog But got chased by the green sparrow She bartered her being Escaping the bird as a airborne scorpion She's morphing again Into something I can't recognize Just when I'm in She might morph her wa out Now that the years have gone by She flutters through rain like a waterlogged buttterfly I feel much more calm when she lands My sould mate sits still with a new found tranquility Then comes her quantum leap She gets chased by the green sparrow We met some old friends Who mistook her for someone she wants to become --- Morphing Again - Mike Gordon