Here Nowhere Poem by Suchoon Mo

Here Nowhere


I am only going home
there is no music
there is no moonlight

the soundless misty rain
I own this dark night

the earth used to be flat
her chest used to be flat
not any more

if a frog comes to my door
what should I say to him?

I don't remember her face any more
I don't remember her voice any more
I remember it was long ago

snow flakes are falling
like cherry blossoms in spring

dread of tomorrow is here
hope of yesterday is nowhere
here nowhere
now

- Commonline Journal, May 2015 -