& Living Like A Gypsy

From Chicago to Mumbai Srinagar to Chennai, I had to deal With extremes: Icy cold, To hot and humid. Biting cold and windy To hot and sweaty. Finally I said, Out of exasperation To my husband, My body’s thermostat Is beginning to protest, I can’t live like a gypsy At the risk of sounding bitchy, Can’t we settle down? Where the climate Is temperate and moderate? I thought, bewildered He asked, didn’t You like adventure. I do, I do, But in small doses. Tears threatening to Pour out of lachrymose glands I pleaded Will you please try to understand? Nodding, he walked away I have really no say Every promotion Means relocation. But I’ll try, Please don’t cry.