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, saying Here.
No two trees are the same to Raven.
No two branches are the same to Wren.
If what a tree nor a bush does is lost on you,
You are surely lost. Stay still. The forest knows
Where you are. You must let it found you.
David Wagoner