Na Po Wri Mo – April 15 2023

This came from considering the word ‘lost’ and pondering over it.

Here 

I have a feeling I don’t know where I am.

But wait,

the oak at my side is not lost,

nor the blackbirds berry-picking

in the hawthorn bushes. 

Even the hares scampering

here, 

there,

everywhere 

are where they are.

Now.

What is this lost? 

Wherever we are is called Here. 

Here is Now. 

Now is forever.