Nowhere Is Nowhere Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Nowhere is nowhere
So much of it now,
Gone to here and there
In its drift somehow.
Love in a passing
From everywhere around,
None to caressing
For it wasn't found.

Life is so unsure
In all its drifting way,
From none to the more
In everything we say.
And life can be so alone
In all the passing on,
Never unturned is its stone
And never its steps done.

Nowhere is nowhere
What will be I don't know,
Maybe it's going somewhere
As the times go.
And time beats are falling
Into steps of ways,
As life is calling
In its moment plays.