THE GYPSY
A gypsy looks at the night sky
A gypsy looks at the night sky
and sees the
world as it used to be.
Yes yes in
books the stars have names
but in the
sky there are no captions
and a gypsy
knows the star of tonight
has a
terrible hunger for food that has
no name, for
taste and texture unexplored.
The moon cooler in this gypsy's lore,
The moon cooler in this gypsy's lore,
its dangers
ancient ones known by those
who hear then
speak without stars in their voices.
The moon's
power on earth broken into pieces -
the thousand
departed souls in paper lanterns
that float
down the river to light a traveler's way.
Some gypsies still travel after dark falls when
Some gypsies still travel after dark falls when
false
impressions of day sleep in the caves.
The night
traveler carries a torch that lights
only the
piece of road in front of him and ah,
his ears hear
the sigh of birds in the nest
and his nose
smells fresh scat of a goat far away.
Tonight the gypsy will find an owl's feather.
Tonight the gypsy will find an owl's feather.
She might use
the barbs for a paintbrush
or the shaft
for a nib. She might hold it
up to the
wind for that chance music.
She might
remove her glove to pet it,
then some
moonless night she will taste how that felt.
Mary L. Barnard
March 16, 2014
Mary L. Barnard
March 16, 2014
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