A gypsy story

She wanted to travel from here to there

and thought the hill a mere bump in the road

so she got out her old trusted wagon

and prepared for the journey ahead.

But as she got to the bump in the road

it seemed to have grown out of all proportion

so she battled and strained, broke her composure,

and cried with the effort of going ahead.

So there she was stuck half way up

thinking and thinking what to do next

and as she pondered months turned into years

while she grew older and then too old.

Too old to go on, too old to go back,

so what was that gypsy to do?

I guess she planned in case, just in case,

there should ever be as some believe

another chance at this thing called life.

What would she be, where would she be,

and I hope she has her blueprint complete

before she decides to set herself free

because nothing happens without a plan.

She plans to this day and knows to believe

she’ll be in a place of safety and love

and that all the other attendant things

will be as she means them to be!

Sadness

When there’s sadness in the psyche

it creeps up to the eyes

and sits there like a predator

waiting to pounce and devour

settled composure.

It’s mostly happy living there

but seemingly for no rhyme or reason

it needs a change in scenery

and propelled by an unknown force

runs swiftly down the cheeks.

Soon, too soon, it comes face to face

with determined intent

to quickly wipe away

all trace of its existence.

So then it dies all alone

outside its comfort zone

sorry to have decided

to go on walk-abouts

or so it is thought.

Instead it simply returns again

to settle in and be content

deep in the psyche

until restlessness sets in

and it prepares to pounce!

The heat

She reads the words and nods her head.

“Just like me” she says to self

and knows at last she’s not alone

in the fierce and unrelenting heat

of life’s, oh, so harsh demands.

No energy or will to fight

those demands that test her faith

and as the heat sinks deeper in

she knows it’s looking for her soul.

But in the still and silent night

soul rises up to fight, fight, fight,

and dawn breaks on a cooler state

to help her face another day.

Caught in cycles all are we

from joy to sadness, hot to cold,

but there is solace in the thought

that all things pass away.

And so she waits for the pause

between the good and the bad

so she can build a stronger soul

to cut the heat off at the pass.

Where will it go she wonders now

but frankly, my dear, she doesn’t care!