Nowhere is Somewhere: A poem of response

I sat in my chair
unable to move
as if a twitch of my hand
or blink of my eye would
end it.
 
The moving cars
the city lights
blurred together like lines
in an out-of-focus picture.
 
The calmness of land,
the peaceful sound of
leaves crunching, gates opening,
cattle bawling
quieted my mind.
 
The "objective" he said.
 
Somewhere among the years
we lost it. Like a kite string
let go by a three year old child
who cried then moved on to
another, completely
unaware what was gone.
 
We lost the somewhere and replaced
it with the nowhere.
Why live among the bees, the snakes,
the cattle,
when you can live among the buildings,
the noise, the conveniences.
 
It's gone. It's lost.
Can we get it back? Do we care?
 
But, nowhere is somewhere to me.