Gypsies

by Maria Claudia Faverio

They live a loose life without bonds,
far from the cramped comfort
of clubs and cubicles,
putting on cap and bells for convenience
sometimes,
leaving cracks of meaning behind
to defy the crank of fate.

The sky is their limit.
All the rest is a breakaway world
framed in change,
a horizon-unhinged backdrop
in Heraclitus’ book of life.

They don’t raise their children
into a world of bruise-blue eyes
and Pickwickian characters.