Indecision

That gypsy looked well at the branches and leaves

intertwined like her words round the stake of today

and she wondered how they ever could breathe

when trapped and confined by nature’s decree. 

Indeed she could prune and cut some of them loose

then let them lie fallow in the dirt of the world.

or she could ignore, let them suffocate,

and tune out from the cries of suffering.

What to do, what to do?  She’s a gypsy unsure

but perhaps tomorrow or the day after that

there’ll be signs and symbols and a little insight

to make her decide to do this or that.

Then perhaps tomorrow or the day after that

action will reign supreme for a day

and whatever must be will indeed be done

and she can happily move on again.

But for now, for now, this earthly now

that gypsy looks well at the branches and leaves!