nowhere now here

nowhere now here
note to self

your planet lives
at the edge of a
say in the middle
of nowhere
nowhere now here
it’s all a matter of

your friend says you
can’t put “love”
in a poem—
has love become
hackneyed? cliché?
it cannot be—
love flows out from
that placeless space
eternal, pellucid radiance
into now here
notice that

2022 ©Amrita Skye Blaine
I’m writing a poem a day. These are drafts—not final versions.

I welcome comments and discussion!

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