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.
From David Wagoner,
Traveling Light: Collected and New Poems
I’ve been making friends with the forest I live in. Trees and plants have become friends that I wave to and smile on my hikes. There is community here and I feel welcomed and understood. I will very much miss them all when it is time to say goodbye. But like all my good friends, they have become a part of me.