Nobody Goes

Where can you get to
Without getting there,
Knowing there’s nowhere
You can get to like
Where you want to go?

Sit by a window,
Grateful for being,
Temporarily
Fed, warm, clothed, and dry,
Not under assault.

You should sort of want
To get where you are,
But you stare outside,
Invalid, wanting.
What is it you want?

You want a forest
Poem with a story
Of blue woods and snow
Or a city poem
In barren quiet.

The streets are empty,
The doors locked, shops closed,
And it’s the middle
Of the day downtown
Where nobody goes.