Nowhere

Nowhere.
Nowhere is somewhere.
But how can nowhere be somewhere if nowhere is nowhere?

Nowhere.
Nowhere in the middle of the ocean.
Nowhere to be found.
Nowhere between the wind and the waves,
Just a little ship somewhere in the middle of nowhere.
Nowhere to be found.
Nowhere between the nature and our ship corresponding as an echo in my ear.
Between the wind and the waves.
Nowhere upon the dark blue depths of the ocean.
Keeping secrets.
In the middle of nowhere.
Nowhere to be found.
Take a glimpse down on the world beneath you.
Our own little world.
Just somewhere in the middle of nowhere.
Nowhere to be found.
Somewhere you hear people talking, laughing, maybe even crying.
Nowhere, it doesn’t matter.
Somewhere, it does.
It does to us.
Here, somewhere in nowhere.
Nowhere to be found.
Here in nowhere we are home.
Between people we love.
Just on a small ship somewhere in the middle of nowhere.
Nowhere to be found.
Even in nowhere you can’t stop the time.
Stand still.
Peaceful quietness.
Waves.
Wind.
Us.
Us and nature.
Nowhere to be found.
Second after second, minute after minute, hour after hour, day after day, week after week.
Too fast.
Too much.
Where to stop?
Nowhere.
Nowhere to be found.
Nowhere is a place filled with something.
Filled with us.
Us and the wind and the waves.
Just somewhere in nowhere.
Nowhere to be found.

Thoughts in my head put onto blank paper.
Thoughts I had during my last night watch because I spontaneously volunteered to write an English blog until the next day. The theme: Nowhere.
Nowhere…What’s nowhere?
Thoughts accompany my next watch. Afterwards, at half past eleven I start writing. Just writing down the stuff in my head. The night is a quite productive time on board. Everything is silent and you can just work in your own little bubble.
Maybe the poem will be a cultural contribution next Saturday.
Till then I still have enough of this theme left, to think about in my next watches.
Watch. The best time for thoughts.
More thoughts in my head.
Next watch. 

Watch.
You’re just standing around the poop deck, steering the ship or looking out for things that have to be seen.
Everywhere there’s nothing. Nothing to see, but nature.
The bioluminescence is glowing in the water between the white crowns of foam upon the waves, that lift us high up in the sky and in which we trust to bring us back down safely.
Sometimes you see dolphins breathing in the fresh air, just a second before they’re gone again in the darkness of the ocean.
The stars are shimmering over your head and the moon shines bright as daylight upon you, not even the darkest of all clouds can hide what it wants to show.
The secrets of the night for everyone to see, just somewhere in the middle of the ocean.
The ocean, a mystical place, filled with wisdom, secrets and trust?

If you would think it’s scary to be somewhere in nowhere, I would tell you, it’s not.
We live in a magical world, you learn to love more and more every day.
We learn to live even though we are always just going and never standing still.
We live in a little bubble.
In our own little world.
Somewhere in nowhere.
Nowhere to be found.