Wherever I walk is without
consequence. Skid Row,

alleyways, abandoned
lots of Walmarts. I was a kid

just wandering.
Believing I was in

the Mark Strand
poem. I thought

the absence of field
was wherever

I occupied.
I’ve learned

this is not true.
The absence

of field is everywhere.
But my way of

living
is not the world.

(originally published in Perceptions Magazine, Spring 2022)