Opal,

my birthstone.

Blue with flickering

fluttering, fearful

flames of color--

Cool tones,

jewel tones.

As if it can't decide

what it wishes to be.

Opal,

I don't want to choose.

I want to be everything--

do what I wish. . .

be what I want. . .

In the stone

the colors flash, mesmerize

reflecting anything.

Anyone.

Me?