She wanders like a gypsy
her heart firmly planted
in the loins of the earth
her spirit soaring through the wind
like a Sufi dancer in a trance
her smile as bright as the sun she faces
her clothes as brightly-hued as the
Amazon forests
her hair, mangled with joy, tears and
freedom
her mind – soaring in the heaven she
sought all these years.
That’s the gypsy I found in me.
