Assuming the world doesn’t actually end, my goal is to write 31 poems. My Muse for this poem is my friend Joan, who sent me a quote today from Gilda Radner. This is what seizing life looks like to me.

GYPSY

Life begins where
the road disappears
and the gravel and dust spit
against a red and painted desert.

Life is the song we make together
the pavement and rubber
humming beneath the stars
and my tires in the rain.

How many dreamers
have spent their wishes here?
How many poems and
stories were conceived?

Let us travel with the forgotten on
the long open road
with its wigwams, neon greasy spoons,
and peerless midnight skies.

Give me the roadside prophets
with their rambling philosophies.
Give me the seekers of fortune
with their tainted sensibilities.