What Is The Sound of Settling

What is the sound of settling,

When you’re a vagabond?

Does it even exist?

Or just midnight mist,

Passing through

A  road-weary brain.

Without warning.

Age creeps in,

Leaving you tired from

Constant moving;

But not wanting to stop.

The thought,

The thrill,

The wonder,

Is still there;

But bodies age,

When minds don’t.

What is the sound of settling,

When you’re a vagabond?

Knowing this is

The last move,

The last new place,

Now becoming old.

While wanting to see,

To be,

To experience

Something different,

Something new;

Knowing that being content

Means staying,

Sinking down roots,

Accepting sameness.

Yet, there is always

The call of gypsy horses

In the night.