whenever we wanted
we'd go out swimming all the time.
He liked to be an octopus.
I told him never to settle that way
and he said he wouldn't
but just for then, floating in the ocean
while he jetted around,
it was nice.
When my friend's daemon settled
and another friend's
we were still free, and I was glad.
I asked him if he wanted to be a bird
but he said it was me
that wanted to fly.
That was years ago.
He sits on my arm as I write
and flicks his lizard tongue at the letters
then scampers up to my shoulder.
His shape is right for him
and we don't want to be anything different
we don't want it
it's just sometimes
he wishes we could go out swimming
in the ocean, the way we used to
back when things were easier.
"Settled" prompt from the Poem A Day challenge.