If You Become Lost
By
Jennifer Angelina Petro
Keep moving,
The road, they say,
Is made by walking,
I know, that sounds
Trite and annoying,
Nevertheless,
It holds true.
Think about acorns.
I imagine
They haven’t a clue
About what is happening,
Or where they are,
Or where they are going.
Nevertheless,
They go. I want to
Believe they dream
Of sky and wind and sun
And roots to hold them
As they sway in said sky,
Wind, and sun.
I also think they haven’t
Any idea that their dreams
Are real, on so many
Blessed levels.
So, what do they do?
They move inside—
Something unfurls,
Like having the morning
Tucked away within them,
And as this slow, green,
Galaxy of branches opens,
They move outside. While they may
Not know where
They are going,
They open themselves
To possibilities and roads.
Sure, they meet stones,
Rocks, pass worms
And bones, perhaps
Even a sleeping bear or two,
Sure, its dark inside, and outside,
And, for the most part, cold.
Yet, they rise, moving
In ways that remind me
If you become lost,
Keep moving. You may
Not know where
You are going, or
Where your destination
Will be; what skies
You will open up into—
What horizons you will see,
What birds will find safety
In your arms. The light knows
However. The light knows
Wherever. The light knows
Whenever. The light knows
Whatever. The light knows
Whyever. The light knows
Whomever and whichever,
And shiningever, and singingever,
Callingever, lighthousingever,
Lookingforyouever, thewayever,
The nowever, the light knows all
The question words,
The light knows all
The answer words,
The light knows all
The inbetween words,
The light knows all
The unspoken words.
The light knows
You.
The light knows
You carry its child.
The light knows
You will both be born
Again, and again,
Into the way home.
All donations go to medical bills and groceries. <3
