disappearance

don't look for me
when you remember me,
as a picture frozen
in your album
of moments
and thoughts,
for you will not find me

stop looking for me
and start looking

scour the trees swaying
with their prancing leaves,
and the mountains
that move your insides
with their stillness,
let the waves of the ocean
wash over you
from the distance
with their lavish love,
and let the breeze rush in
through every orifice,
inflaming you
with a passion to simply be

stop looking for me
and start looking

don't look for me,
for I don't change colours
to go into hiding,
so you can seek me;
I am the chameleon
who loves her disappearance
into everything that touches her
with a nameless love
that cannot be tagged,
remembered,
or forgotten

stop looking for me
and start looking