Nusquam directum (A Direction in Nowhere)

April 20, 2018

As I stare up, from the place where my feet are planted on the ground

I see a beautiful world circle around just outside of me

Beginnings and ends mend, and they all seem to happen at the same time

Never really getting to know before having to let go, something coming along

Ever change brought brings a new note

to the song and everyone gets played eventually

Our folks said that they didn’t stop the fire,

but they sure blow and pour some gasoline

We stay moving to our rhythm in order to stay warm out in these spacious wilds

Make sure that everyone gets pushed along,

we don’t have to live to close to burn each other

But close enough so that we can remind ourselves our immeasurable this world is

We stay as one not because we are the same,

but because we are walking down paths into the direction

Of nowhere

You don’t have to tell me that we are alright,

because there was nothing wrong in the first place

I had a thousand miles to remember a day far away in May,

oh what I’ve seen, and not yet all.

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