I Was a Gypsy in a Previous Life

Perhaps it’s just a pressure change
that stirs my discontent
with What Is and longing for
a hazy What Could Be.

Perhaps it’s just the roasting heat
that makes me want to pack
and board a ship to Somewhere Else,
to Leave It All Behind.

Perhaps it’s just the autumn leaves
that haunt my restlessness,
that call me to a gypsy life
to Nowhere to Belong. 

Perhaps it’s just the snow and ice
That chill my peace of mind.
And so I cling to you, my sweet,
to anchor me to Now.

published in Volume 3 of Paddler Press