Blue dot Gypsy

 

'Blue dot' gypsy

To roam around - to where - who knows

‘Where the wind blows’

Me.

The sun on my back and a spring in my shoes.

I feel light,

I am ‘free’

Nobody but me,

to decide the next steps.

Me, alone.

One tiny blue dot on the google planet.

Green mountains,

turquoise seas,

drift where I please.

To swim and float in the warm ocean,

salt in my hair,

heat on my skin.

Rivers and forests,

sparkling temples and the cool cool shade

of a coconut palm.

Where bananas grow on trees.

Purple bulge of velvet blossom.

Sweet fruit, delicious and ripe,

and the mango sunset,

the golden globe drops below the blue horizon.

Dark skies and tiny glows.

Millions of stars and the hum 

and the chirp of crickets.

Melodious tones ring out

from an emerald roof - calling.

A marble statue shines in the low light.

I skip along the streets, bustling,

delicious smells to tempt the tongue.

Lights and sounds,

laughter and chatter.

To slumber and wake,

a new dawn, a new place.

A rumbling train or a swinging bus.

Views flash past the window,

rice fields and crops and palm trees,

people, children, play and work,

and I am me.

And that is all I need to be.