Middle of Nowhere, Oklahoma


Middle of Nowhere, Oklahoma


The Middle of Nowhere…A Place Far Away… I’ll try not to overextend my welcome here…Or my stay. Somewhere is not here…Here is somebody else’s Somewhere… How did I end up here…When I was trying to get to another there ? This is not my “Somewhere”!


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Just me, explaining myself through Poetry words. Words that have been in my head for years. Now inviting you to read and see what you think?


Great Plains, Oklahoma
Great Plains, Oklahoma


Stuck out in the Middle of Nowhere

Looking around at not much…without a care.

The fields are taking a beating from the breeze…

I have to look for miles and miles…for any trees.

Silence is the sound…that the wind brings to my face…

The Horizon goes on and on the same…then out towards Outer Space.

I got here…though I don’t know why…

I could die here…and not even try.

The Middle of Nowhere…A Place Far Away…

I’ll try not to overextend my welcome here…Or my stay.

Somewhere is not here; Here is somebody else’s Somewhere…

How did I end up here; When I was trying to get to another there ?

Found myself…in a place…that I never dreamed…and I was scared…

I traveled to the Middle of Nowhere…and lived there…’Cause I dared !

Believe me…It takes strength…to be far from all you’ve known…

Believe you me…it ain’t easy…at this new place I call home.

I looked and saw further…then I could imagine…

I have come further now…than I have ever been.

But look out …towards distant fields of a slightly miscalculated trip…

And realized…to myself…that I shouldn’t keep shootin’ from my hip.

If you seek…What isn’t out there…

Or…if you happen to go further out…then you dare…

You may search and search for meaning…just because somehow you care…

Then you may discover to your own Horror that you’re all alone…Somewhere…

Alone without a care…Stuck in a place…Somewhere…in the Middle of Nowhere.


"And realized...to myself...that I shouldn
“And realized…to myself…that I shouldn’t keep shootin’ from my hip.”
(Picture from Cowboy Gunfight show; Old Tucson Studios; Tucson; Arizona)


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8 thoughts on “Middle of Nowhere, Oklahoma

  • April 29, 2022 at 7:21 PM

    Being stuck in the middle of nowhere, alone, must be lonesome. As long as you care, there will be something good to come into life. Good phrasing, Steve. I enjoyed reading this piece.

    • May 2, 2022 at 4:15 PM

      It can definitely get lonesome being in the middle of nowhere…especially if other people ain’t subscribed to the same notion. But that’s life: One Person’s place of their Dreams…can make another person feel quite the opposite. Not saying that it’s a bad place. Like you said: “As long as we care, there will be something good to come out of it into life”. One thing is for sure…I did my time there and now want to be far away from the “Middle of Nowhere”. (Yet, it still draws my attention from time to time.) Thanks for reading this one and commenting on it. Glad you enjoyed reading this piece!

  • May 1, 2022 at 3:31 AM

    A interesting piece of poetry, Steve. It can be quite concerning to venture to places you aren’t familiar with, and find yourself in the “middle of nowhere.” I have been there quite a few times, and once even bought a property that had a for sale on it.

    • May 2, 2022 at 4:21 PM

      Glad you found this one interesting…and “Thank you” for reading and commenting on it. Glad to know that you can relate from having been there a few times…yourself. It is definitely quite concerning to venture out to places that are unfamiliar…and find yourself in the “Middle of Nowhere”. The whole thing for me was a path I wish I had never chosen. Yet, so grateful I did! Kind’a wish it could’ve played out in a shorter period of time though…for sure.

  • May 1, 2022 at 3:57 PM

    Interesting poem, Steve. Yes, sometimes it happens that we can get stuck in the “middle of nowhere” but isn’t life all about adventures?
    If I’m alone and stuck in the middle of nowhere, I’d much rather stay there alone with myself and my loneliness. In a quiet corner where no one else is around. Somewhere far away from the din of this world.. 🙂

    Thank you for sharing.
    Many blessings to you!!!

    • May 2, 2022 at 4:37 PM

      It seems as though you would choose to look on the bright side when you find yourself in the “Middle of Nowhere”…Misbah? That has to be the best answer to surviving in the “Middle of Nowhere”. I have to say. One which I believe I sure tried to always look at the bright side. Then one day…I looked and saw further across the Great Plains than I ever could have imagined…and it confirmed what I already knew: That I was very, very far and away and alone! Sounds like you would enjoy the solitude. For me…it is not so great to be away from all the noise of my known World…especially if the silence reminds you of how empty you feel. I would prefer my solitude come in the form of a peaceful lake surrounded by Pine Trees…if I had a preference…which at the time…I really did not. Thank you so much for getting in to the Spirit of the Poem, and for reading it, and for your comment.

  • May 2, 2022 at 10:05 AM

    Steve, great poem. I was instantly following along thinking about how this experience is a part of all our stories whether Oklahoma or a someone from the country moving into a big city. Excellent work well crafted and extremely interesting. Jamie

    • May 2, 2022 at 5:04 PM

      I think you are right and it is easy for someone to find themselves in the “Middle of Nowhere”…in wherever they happen to find themselves. It really is based on each person’s frame of reference. This is a lesson I took away as I was trying to figure myself out in this new place…I soon (not to soon though) learned that this place was perfectly fine to the others around me…which made me come off as a total “whiner”! My “Nowhere” was someone else’s: “Somewhere”. I think we learn more through the hardest of experiences of our lives. We learn about ourselves, and we learn more about others. How others view something completely different than we do. I wouldn’t wish that kind of experience on anyone. Then again, I am so grateful for my experience out in the “Middle of Nowhere”. Thank you for reading this one and for your comment talking about it as an “experience” which is “part of all our stories”. (There just has to be something to being somewhere in the “Middle of Nowhere”.)

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