Lost – By David Wagoner

Stand still. The trees ahead and bushes beside you
are not lost. Wherever your 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 Wren.
If what a tree or a bush does is not lost in you,
You are surely lost. Stand still. The forest know
Where you are. You must let it find you.