Poem: "Lost," by David Wagoner from Collected Poems 1956-1976 © Indiana University Press.
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.
Lost by David Wagoner | The Writer's Almanac with Garrison Keillor Another lovely poem by another famous poet i've never heard of (and from my neck of the woods no less). I have always liked "rhymes" (Robert Service, Ogden Nash, Mother Goose) but i have come to poetry too late in life to enjoy (and learn from) all the great poems and poets i might have known.
This poem came in an anonymous comment to a recent post. I am grateful to whoever sent it..