This gypsy blood
The longing for new pastures
I wish these toes would stop twiddling
Lay still and be at peace.
Though the body is tired
The soul weary
The toes still tap, tap, tap
They try to escape their comfort zone
Their safe encasement
Their protection from the elements
They tap on the door,
Lets go, lets go they call out loud
Lets go somewhere new, unknown
Lets explore, explore.
Lets face the newness
Defeat the fear
Experience something new
Lets find that place we haven’t found
Lets find the place where I can rest my weary appendages
Where I can snuggle into the softness,
And comfort of home.
It is out there somewhere,
Roxy ~ A NomadforNature – July 2012