We are not lost here in these woods,
nor are they lost in us;
if you listen, still, for just a moment
the sensation of roots, searching
for moisture in this often parched land,
pushing away the organic substance
that keeps us from being grounded,
sensing which way is the center,
will slowly come upon us,
like dawn, stretching its lazy arms
to embrace the freshness
of the world.
Listen: you can hear the Earth
breathing softly with you,
laughing when you start to smile
and weeping when you walk away.
If we are to be lost, She says,
we will be lost together.
01 MAY 2001