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 art surely
lost. Stand still.
The forest
knows
Where you are.
You must let it find you.
David Wagoner