I am the nowhere man.  No… I don’t have anything to do with, nor to say about J. Lennon, or the song he sung about me, and I don’t know about the 27^th Chapter, and I didn’t spring from his, or anyone else’s imagination; I am the nowhere man.

I walk the beach every morning from 5 a.m. till the sun finally rises, and then I cook fish for breakfast.

You search for me … but I’m nowhere, for I am the nowhere man.

After breakfast I sleep in a cave, while you search for the nowhere man.

When the sun is at it’s highest I come out and stretch, and usually go for a swim.

You seek me for the answer to your puzzle.  It’s the number 32 that is your puzzle.

Those 2 little numbers, and puzzle on top of puzzle, have you hanging around.

I’m getting a little tired of the clowns… sans the music.

After my swim, I take a nap while you lap up recent sightings of the nowhere man.

You want answers to your questions; questions without answers, yet… still you seek me, but can’t find me.

I’m running hard.  Running blind through a dark alley, and you’re on my but… but you can’t catch me because I’m nowhere to be found.

After my nap I get on the computer and blog till I grow weary of the games, and turn it … off, leaving you nowhere while you look for me.

Actually you know me better than you know your neighbor, but fail to see me at all, for I am the nowhere man.

32 is full circle.  You can see the circle but not the fullness of the circle …

One day about a year ago, you rubbed dirt from a window in a circular motion and through that circle of clean; you looked in and saw me… looking back at you.  Fear at finding the object of your search sat you back on your haunches and while you reeled I ran, and you’ve not seen me since.

Now, time is running out, and while 32 means nothing to you, and the circle round the moon haunts your very soul, I can only sigh, and watch old movies on my television with the crooked antenna.

…and as I sit here watching Gilligan’s Island munching on my ham sandwich supper, I think about those days not so long ago when you chased me up and down the streets of the city, cursing your own timidity when upon finally finding me you reeled and I ran.