I met a gypsy in the fields
a maker of mind-magic
with flowing, tangled locks
to her orbit mortals flocked
to whispering winds
her maxi-skirt twirled
to thundering clouds
her heartbeats echoed
we traded places
she, now rooted here
hearth; a home I soon forgot
as I cut off my umbilical cord
I am become a wistful one
a wonderer’s wanderer;
a warrior and water-walker
I, – a barefoot belly-dancer
Juliet 'Kego's World of Floetry; Explore! Experience! Enjoy! 