Night Walker

"Why do I feel like a fish out of water, out of time
out of place and out of space.

The concrete menagerie that surrounds me as I walk
oppresses and depresses me.

Frustrated now I walk through the dark lit streets
alone with my steadily stepping feet.

To leave is going nowhere and to stay
is no-place better. Stuck between
a rock and a free place,
unsteadily balancing between the two."


I wrote this after a walk home early hours of the morning pushing through gorgeous light misty drizzle. It made me think of how I can feel like an outsider, different. All these people in their brick houses and me, the nomad, going past, different than all the rest.