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!