Don’t get out. Just look through the window.
We have no lake here and no mountain.
We are nowhere, a place to pass through.
We have no famous statue, or fountain
No place of religious pilgrimage
No weeping virgin, or well for wishing.
We have no iconic sports team
We have no stream for salmon fishing.
We have no celebrated battle or city.
We have no rising star of comedy.
No actor or president has ever come here
To investigate their long-lost family.
Don’t get out of the car. There is no reason to.
We are nowhere. Just watch the green blur –
the emerald that enfolds our centuries.
It clothes us and wraps our memories.
