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Lost 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. I receive the Newsletter from MPR. Compiled and Written by Garrison Keillor, "The Writers Almanac". Please check out this site as it is one of the intelligent, funny and informative on the web. If you have the means and appreciate what Garrison is doing contribute! Poem: "Lost," by David Wagoner from Collected Poems 1956-1976 Indiana University Press. |
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