Sitting there

You’ll find her sitting there

underneath a willow tree

contemplating more

than ere she thought before

She watches how the river flows

free at ease towards the sea

unmindful of the twists and turns

along its lonesome journey.

But gypsies know that rivers don’t

have wagon wheels that crack and break

when rough terrain the only way

to reach that awesome sea. 

They do not pause to re-assess,

they do not stop to rest,

and most of all they do not think

to make mountains out of molehills.

But gypsies know the mountain’s there

looming large and deadly

and she knows she cannot go around

what is meant to be.

She sighs the way all gypsies do;

tomorrow maybe she will move

but content for now she simply waits

for the sun to set.

And she will sleep beneath the stars

protected, yes, until the dawn

when again she looks and shivers some

at that imposing mountain.

Day in/day out you’ll find her there

underneath a willow tree!