lost by david wagoner

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.

3 comments:

Jannadu said...

Kristina,
Did you write this yourself? It is breath taking, really beautiful and deeply thought. If you did write it you need to get published.
Warmest regards
Jann

kristina said...

Hey Jann,
I agree with you, it is great! However, I didn't write it. It's a poem by David Wagoner, it's called: Lost.
Kristina

jayneluvsmickey said...

i let the word "lost" come out of my mouth way too much. it's a beautiful poem and thank you for sharing.

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