"Lost"
Stand still. The trees ahead and bushes beside you
Are not lost. Wherever you are is called Here,
And you must treat it as a powerful stranger,
Must ask permission to know it and be known.
The forest breathes. Listen. It answers,
I have made this place around you.
If you leave it, you may come back again, saying Here.
No two trees are the same to Raven.
No two branches are the same to Wren.
If what a tree or a bush does is lost on you,
You are surely lost. Stand still. The forest knows
Where you are. You must let it find you.
Are not lost. Wherever you are is called Here,
And you must treat it as a powerful stranger,
Must ask permission to know it and be known.
The forest breathes. Listen. It answers,
I have made this place around you.
If you leave it, you may come back again, saying Here.
No two trees are the same to Raven.
No two branches are the same to Wren.
If what a tree or a bush does is lost on you,
You are surely lost. Stand still. The forest knows
Where you are. You must let it find you.
-- by David Wagoner
To a year of being found.
Happy 2016, all.
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DeleteAbsolutely the truth. Great words and thoughts! Thank you for sharing this piece by Wagoner. I'll have to check him out. Oh, and the best New Year ever to you and your family Emily!
ReplyDeleteYou too, Bill!
DeleteA lovely poem, perfect for greeting a new year. Best wishes to you and yours, Emily, for a healthy and creative new year.
ReplyDeleteSame to you, Linda. Your posts lately have been as intriguing and lovely as always.
DeleteI love those last couple of lines in Lost. They are full of comfort and belonging, some things I think our world could use as we begin a new year together. Thanks for sharing, and happy new year!
ReplyDeleteTotally agree. It's a lovely poem. Hope you are well, Lisa!
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