Gypsy constant

Ebbs and flows sometimes can be controlled
A shamans staff linked to the clouds
A druids heart linked to the woods
lovers souls linked to one another
A mans passion
in battle
in sport
in bed
in defense of family
and a woman's just the same
but for the part of me the exists underneath
my father hood
and my man hood
deeper down it shifts like sands in a tide
like a storm clouds fury  
flashes of light and thunder leave
scorched  pocks of razed earth
trailing a wake of burnt bridges
and flushed exhausted lovers
or
an insecure and stoned boy
being admonished by a disappointed mother
sometimes even
just a character in a poem
just the shifting sand of
a mirage of goals and passions
always drifting in and out of reach
before any can be mastered
change is the only constant
of a gypsy