nowhere seems a good place to go –
the sort of place where you could dip your feet
in the creek and finally come up for air
where the silver underbellies of leaves
roll upwards to welcome the rain
where the first creature I might see
might be a solitary raven
and no one but he would even attempt
to talk to solitary me
nowhere’s as good a place as any
to look for the things that don’t ever
intend to be detected,
which is all right since nowhere’s only ever
in the looking and never in the found
© Sarah Whiteley
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