Five miles into these woods
I found myself
Standing in a clearing.
There I was
silent and motionless
amid the tall grass
“How long have you been here? ”
I shouted as I approached
myself.
“I’ve always been here,
but it’s only know that you have foiund
yourself”
“Where do we go from here? ”
I replied to
myself.
“You don’t have to go anywhere,
Now that you’ve come to this
center.”
And I stayed with myself,
and found myself to be
true.
Dennis Lambert
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/five-miles-into-these-woods/
