The Place Called Here




If you have felt lost, look around, and you may find that you are in an important waiting place.


Wherever you are is called Here,
And you must treat it as a powerful stranger,

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.



- This poem was featured on Poetry Unbound. Find out more HERE.


- Photo by Lukasz Szmigiel on Unsplash