Shapeshifters change shapes,
old Indians say, to become
whatever they need to be
to do whatever they need to do,
so old Indians say.

Poets are shapeshifters, too.
They become mountains
or plains, a rocky road or a super highway.
They reach for the stars, land on the moon,
make possible magical things,
hopes and dreams


sometimes when things are dark,
to ease the pain of being,
they go to other places
when there seems no other way.

I have been to those dark places.
I was a poet like that once,
as shapeshifter to woeful things,
until you came to me,
and I became your poet.

Because of you I go to
other places now, dream places
where hopes abound and
second chances are found.

Because of you, I believe in me.