Now I rebel.
Now the inner scream.
But no, I am not unhappy.
I am just hanging over the side of a great pool,
Reaching my arm in, up to the shoulder.
I can smell the surface—not water, but words—
And I see my reflection, undulating.
I could fall in, and maybe I will!
Well, considering that I am feeling happy,
I suppose it is rebellion
Against the thought that anything in the world is wrong.
I have been marching in the wrong army,
And I defect.
They’ll never catch me.
I’ve become invisible.