If my Higher Power came to me, many nightfall’s ago, and said…
‘You, now you are a gypsy!’
Would I have built a response?
Would I have shaken the salted, sweat from a brow…
Cleared a throat and responded with…
‘No, that is not what I want!’
Or, as I often query…had the convention of conventional…already given away my seat…
years ago.
Offered it up to menacingly clean travels and permanent regulations of…
standard manners in which to be.
As honest beckons the spirit animal in me…
irregular and offbeat appears to be my welcomed disease.
