the gypsy life

it's the gypsy life for some.
never being in
a home that is really
a home.
there is nothing
that they truly own.
half in half out,
always looking at a map
of where to go
next.
they have no anchor.
no port,
no harbor, they
are in perpetual confusion
of
which road to take.
half their possessions
in boxes.
the other half, from
twenty years ago.
they are restless souls.
sleepless.
not wanting to stay,
not wanting to go.