The Middle of Nowhere

I find myself leaving the country for Thanksgiving this year and heading south to Central America tonight. To that end, and certainly on a long overdue lighter note, I offer the following poem entitled “The Middle of Nowhere.” Now, I’m actually going somewhere. However, aren’t there times when we all feel as if we really are nowhere … or going nowhere. Yet, no matter how remote our circumstances at any given time, almost any place we happen to be, or be heading, has something to offer or enjoy. And when all else fails we must remember that often the company we keep is far more important than where we keep it. I have generally been fortunate on both counts but, as is commonly the case in life, my attitude is what allows me to enjoy my surroundings nonetheless. I’ll try to post a few updates as I travel this next week. In the meantime, I hope that wherever your somewhere is you’ll enjoy it!

The Middle of Nowhere
I set out for the middle of nowhere
I and my hearty band
Presuming it to be easily reached
Yet, it proved more elusive than planned
We drove to the end of the highway
Until it seemed we were almost there
Turned off on a dirt road and hiked awhile
But still we were always somewhere
No matter how distant the venue
No matter how small or obscure
Every time we were almost to nowhere
It turned out to be somewhere for sure
So if you’re off to the middle of nowhere
Or suspect you are there, even now
Rest assured that however remote it may seem
It will still be somewhere, somehow
By Frank Carpenter ©