Nomadic (Poetry)

I’m just trying to find a niche —
a vacant slot —
a gap I can slip into
and not
feel out of place

Somewhere I can stretch
odd thoughts into a line
and let them lie there
without a sign
of awkwardness

A page can turn out to be
an isolated spot —
a stand-alone space
a tough language-knot
for a less-than-confident
                            tongue

So I keep looking for
a perfect-bound abode
my pen’s grown tired of this
cold nomadic road
and I need to rest my life’s
long-thinking load
for comfort’s sake find out
                        where I belong ...