for Catherine Mary Connolly (1969-2012)
The practitioners of inner peace
clamor for recognition
offstage in the wings
among the jugglers and other resellers
of souls worldwide.
They insist on being heard
and resent the assertion
that the end is in the beginning.
Many are puzzled
and await word from above.
It will come.
The gypsy girl knows this.
The gypsy girl knows the Secret
of the Dance as well
which she guards with her guile.
She has used her guile many times
to get what she wanted.
She would have it no other way.
Neither would those
seeking her gifts
word of which has been spread
throughout the land by fireflies.
They come for a glimpse
of her painted toes.
They do this with abandon
and without regret.
Offshore, a vessel lurches
trying to make headway.
The sea enjoys this sort of thing.
The vessel will arrive on time.
The gypsy girl can see this too
with a clarity
that would put most to shame.
