This came from considering the word ‘lost’ and pondering over it.
I have a feeling I don’t know where I am.
the oak at my side is not lost,
nor the blackbirds berry-picking
in the hawthorn bushes.
Even the hares scampering
are where they are.
What is this lost?
Wherever we are is called Here.
Here is Now.
Now is forever.
2 Replies to “Na Po Wri Mo – April 15 2023”
I liked this one x
Is that your painting also Lyn? It’s really lovely.