Friday, April 15, 2016

Poetry Friday: Lost

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 is lost on you,
You are surely lost.  Stand still.  The forest knows
Where you are.  You must let it find you.

I posted this poem once before in 2011.  "Wherever you are is called Here."  That is at once the most glaringly obvious truth, and the most difficult thing to keep in mind.  So often I am somewhere else instead of in the particular, irreplaceable, beautiful moment called Here (and Now).  I'm working on standing still.

I took this photo last week on our campus.  This bougainvillea is part of my Here, not a forest but a city, my Here where no two branches are the same.

Here's today's roundup.


Michelle Heidenrich Barnes said...

You're so right, Ruth– it seems obvious, yet the practice of "Here" is difficult to grasp. Our society is so set on *finding* happiness, standing still feels like doing nothing when actually it is the key. Such a beautiful and meaningful poem– thanks for sharing it a second time.

jama said...

What a nice meditation on being fully present. Thanks for sharing!

Linda B said...

Ruth, you so often bring something new to me.This is lovely, a poem we could always look to for a reminder about living well. Thank you!

Jane Heitman Healy said...

Brought here by Linda B., and so glad I stopped. This poem is a wonderful example of mindfulness and gratitude. Thanks for sharing it--and your bougainvillea!

Sarah SSM said...

Beautiful. Thank you. I needed that.

Tabatha said...

Lovely bougainvillea, Ruth, and a poem worth slowing down for.

Carol Varsalona said...

Thank you, Ruth, for starting my day off with the "here" and now. The image and poem have set the tone for a glorious day.

Mary Lee said...

I need to print this for my pocket this week...and forever.

skanny17 said...

I am with Mary Lee. I love this poem, Ruth.
Janet F. (aka Janet Clare on FB)