GYPSY SKY
Here to there,
Place to place,
Uprooted again,
I’m another new face
At least I know
Wherever I’ll go
The sky will be
There for me
The sky, the sky,
He’s an old friend,
There when I began
There until I end.
Written October 21, 1988
I moved around a lot. I lived in North Carolina when I wrote this, and I remembered how many times I have relaxed outside and gazed at the sky. Throughout my travels, the sky is one of the few constants.