Lost by David Wagoner

David Wagoner

Lost by David Wagoner

T.

Dear KC,

When you were wandering around in Singapore, vulnerable to the kindness of strangers, I thought, here it is, the world; it’s speaking. Listen. And you did. And wasn’t it beautiful, in the end?

Yours,

T.

Lost

David Wagoner

Stand still. The trees ahead and the 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 bush does is lost on you,

You are surely lost. Stand still. The forest knows

Where you are. You must let it find you.

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