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Tom Stock


Nowhere is a place I go to

To search for a somewhere

A colorless place

Flat, with nothing to see

Some say that to be nowhere

Is a mystical experience

For spiritual renewal

A hermitage, vision quest, retreat

Where is enlightenment?

That place where you are there

Or not there at the same time

Like a long line at a supermarket

I get a cell phone call

“Where are you?”

I’m in the produce aisle

In our supermarket.

Tom Stock is a naturalist and outdoor educator. He writes a column for the Babylon Beacon weekly newspaper/ he also has a column in the New York State Outdoor Education Association’s quarterly named PATHWAYS.