Every day, Cometh TaNaught goes
traipsing thru the water sedge
growing along the river’s edge,
lining the path
which has forever led,
into the woods
to Nowhere.
It takes Cometh a day and a half
traveling down that rocky path,
daylight illuminating narrow shafts
cast from shadows
left by travelers’ past,
on their way
to Nowhere.
The landscape sameness intensifies
with every twisting turn of lee
and crook within a stand of trees
befuddled travelers lose their sense of direction.
Not Cometh, she knows well
the road
to Nowhere.
On every trip she will meet
folks with GPS and maps,
water bottles, gear, and snacks,
looking kind of sheepish sad,
unwittingly jolly or going mad,
lost on their journey
to Nowhere.
“Won’t you please show us the way?”
Cometh hears this every day,
“Just a path or perhaps a pass,
we’ve all grown weary—at last…
trying to decipher
the way
to Nowhere.”
“Of course,” Cometh always says,
“I know the way like the back of my head,
so if you get lost
no need to fret it
settling for less
means you won’t forget it (the way)
to Nowhere.
Follow me now, let’s all go,
not to Somewhere that you know,
Somewhere, you see,
holds no magic for me,
all my dreams
have led me
to Nowhere.
For in Nowhere
no one is naught, nothing is sought,
and never mind tempers
the thought,
of leaving
this place
called Nowhere.
All you who travel amiss
and wander through torrents and twists,
if you easily sojourn
adventurous yearns,
follow me,
I’ll take you
to Nowhere.”
Photo by permission: MorJers Art
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