Curried chicken at a guess

Nowhere is the new in place,
the last time I was nowhere
nobody wanted to go there
and now everybody is where
I used to be,

Where’s nowhere, you ask

nowhere’s anywhere is my reply.

It’s a bit like lonely but more cheerful
because it’s homely and that’s where
the heart is.

Dinner’s cooking,
but I’m only smelling
not looking
I want it to be a

she eyes me suspiciously
I’m used to that too.

© 2020, John Smallshaw.