The Nowhere Man
There was a time I lived in an old world over there,
Told people "I am from here" and knew no elsewhere
Then adventure called and I left my town and folks
I flew over mountains, oceans and forests of oaks
I traveled to a foreign land, saw cities of abundance
I met new people and soaked in their exuberance
I cast off my allegiance to the old world as time flew
Embraced the new world along with the old, and now ...
When I am there, I want to leave and come back here
And when here, I want to be there in days very near!
Here I ride fast routes thru hills and scenic desert
There I trod dusty paths into short bushes and dirt
There, exposed to the raw elements, I feel vulnerable
Here, safe in a cozy sterile cocoon, it is rather dull
The abundance of humanity here can be suffocating
The loneliness of there feels heavy and daunting
There, I feel like a bird, free to learn and explore,
Here, I push and pull in the web of relations galore
There, I am on the move, eager and ready to tear
Here I am like a turtle - in no hurry to go anywhere
I miss the riot of sounds, colors, smells, when there
Out here, I long for the peace and clean odorless air
There, no one bothers with me, I'm servant and the boss
Here, hemmed in from all sides, privacy goes for a toss
Here I enjoy the unruliness and chaos of a wise culture
There I thrive in a new world of precision and structure
Do I belong here? there? Am I now a no-where man?
No! I have just been blessed to be a now-here man!
Abhay B. Joshi
Poet’s note: This poem describes the tug of war felt by an immigrant from an old culture.