You Are Hiding

You are hiding
behind your shield,
your skin.
And when you look outside
the window of your prison,
you notice the crushed earth.

Remember, my friend,
when you sense anxiety to be naked,
the rain from heaven dissolves your shell.
Because I am the sea,
I am the desert,
I am the sky.

The chameleon alters its color
to conceal itself.
And unless you shake off your skin,
you are alike.