whirling gypsy i, ii & iii

whirling gypsy i

wayfaring
between the tropic of yes
the cape of maybe
and the tropic no
feeling at home
in thatched huts
or starlit sky roof
he keeps whirling


whirling gypsy ii

in the land
of up and down nod
people share a trait
with those
from the land
of sideways neck jerk
though the yesses
                           and nays 
remain indecipherable
indistinguishable

with nonchalance
the whirling gypsy
                            smiles
nods and moves on


whirling gypsy iii

deacades earlier
he had a youthful face
today, the lines 
on his forehead
betray map 
                of his journeys
                only his eyes
portray the same sparkle
reflecting serenity
                in rags