Nowhere has to be somewhere
but somewhere between here and there
we lost our way again.
You joked that you “know where”
this nowhere was
and I smiled with a bloody lip.
We didn’t know where we were
or where we would end up
and the map we drew
cut off the roads to Rome.
Was this the beginning or the end?
No, where was this going?
Know where this was going.
The path lay straight ahead
but the ditches looked like fun.