The correction stick

Now that gypsy lady sits upon

the rock of her Gibraltar

and from her vantage point can see

the pompous and inflated,

the calm and sweet serene,

and how the harsh aggressive

bend the best of them.

No more she vows again to be

one of those upon their knees

and so she turns her eyes upon

her very own and unique

manner of being.

Not perfect for no one can be

when blessed with only half a brain

but she knows the right and wrong of thought

and wields her correction stick.

Not always with desired results

for such is life to sway intent

and so she works upon her strength

at holding and directing

her oft used correction stick.

If you look today you’ll see her there

not ashamed to stand up straight

and practice, practice, day and night

until she knows with all her might

to throw that damn correction stick

into the sea of neglect.

Neglected, yes, but will still be

a tool to use when blown off course

from how she knows to think, love, be,

but, oh, the wind blows constantly

in this land of human beings!