“The land knows you, even when you are lost.”
Lost in my tracks
I track back to where
I last remember
Being from where
I started thinking
Down this road
ahead of my feet
leaving my feet behind
unawares
The earth called up to
my mind, whispered
‘wait up’ and I thought it said
“wake up” and so i did
stop in my tracks and after
my feet reached mind
or perhaps my mind reached back
to my feet
and once again we stood together
on the spot of land that knows
where i am
and who i am
and where i’m headed
I found this profoundly moving; there’s a recognition, a connection here that I understand; the tone of slight confusion that opens the poem, ending in resolution (coming to rest of the spot of land as though locking in to the right spot) is beautiful. Thank you!
Thank you so much Anne for your words of response. This marathon was so unlike the last I did – so disconnected from the writing because of all things that happened during that 24 hr period that I haven’t even read my own poems yet. Not sure I want to, and pretty sure there’s nothing of value in them. But then I read a comment like yours and I wonder…
So thank you.
I’m looking forward to this weekend when I’ll finally be able to sit and read my own work and that of others.
Again, thanks for what you wrote and for taking the time to write/respond at all!