Lost in Familiar Woods
When lost in familiar woods
One is quickly aware there are no dress codes
And after you’ve
Spun around enough times
To no longer know which way
Will take you further into the forest
Or which way leads out
Not sure of where you’ve come from
Or where you want to go
Knowing only you like it here
Comfortable and present
Lost in familiar woods.
There’s nothing to fear
Lost in familiar wood
No panic at being lost
Nor missing the comfort of home
Survival is not the issue,
Disorientation is
And you are paused
.
Enjoy the pleasures of nature
The trees many and one
And the path before you
Going in both directions
Deeper and safe.
POETRY
- 99 Gratitudes in 3 Minutes – A Yoga Chanting Poem
- A Climbing Poem
- A Poem is Born
- A Visit to the Cemetery
- After The News
- Alan
- Alan Is Dead
- American Wedding, 2011
- Ask the Sphinx – 2 approaches
- Baggage Claim
- Beach Plum Jam
- Beau Dies
- between spiders
- Beyond the Fishermen
- blood
- blood
- Burnt Wood – for Bubi
- Cheerio Box Speaks of Love
- Conversation With A Ladle
- Coyote in the Headlights
- Coyote in the House
- Crow’s Songs
- Daybreak
- Death Factories
- Death of the Dolphin
- Epistle
- fathers await their sons
- Fierce Love
- Flautist – inspired by George and Ira Gerswin
- Furry Bug
- Gospel of the Redwoods
- Homage to an Unattractive Woman
- Honored
- I Couldn’t Find Today Today
- Insects in Amber
- It: In Honor of Dr. Seuss
- Journey to Standing Rock
- Kevin Garnett in Africa
- Life among the barbarians
- Long ago, perhaps yesterday
- Lost in Familiar Woods
- Mandalay Hills
- Meeting the Dead Poet
- Mesquite Dunes
- Miles’ Ashes
- Miles’ Journey
- My First Yoga Teacher
- One Drop of Rain
- Salton Sea
- Self Love
- She Has Loved 100 Men
- Shivering in Majesty
- Sunrise
- The 80 Year Old Virgin
- The Blood Test
- The Furry Bug
- The Love Life of Clams
- The Visit
- Throwing Away
- Turn up for Turnips – a song
- Uncle Sol
- What The Stones Say
- when spring arrives ice flows out of the bay
- Whispering Among The Gods
- Willow
- Winter Fog
- Work and Love are What Really Matter: a reunion poem for the BHS class of 1958 reunion


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