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!
