Nothing is Holding Together

 Nanne Nyander - Poems and Paintings

Thoughts moving around in space,

who do they belong to?

Some of them used to be mine,

at least that’s what I thought,

they don’t stay long enough for me to claim them.

One minute they are here, 

the next they’re gone. 

-Nanne Nyander "The Way Back Home"

What am I?


Nothing is holding together anymore. 

Or is nothing holding everything together? 

Am I nothing? 

-Nanne Nyander "The Way Back Home"