Missing 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 it lost on you,
You are surely lost. stand still. The forest knows
where you are, you must let it find you.