"Lostness"

Lost by Stephen Dobyns A cry was heard among the trees, not a man's, something deeper. The forest extended up one side the mountain and down the other. None wanted to ask what had made the cry. A bird, one wanted to say, although he knew it wasn't a bird. The sun climbed to the mountaintop, and slid back down the other side. The black treetops against the sky were like teeth on a saw. They waited for it to come a second time. It's lost, one said. Each thought of being lost and all the years that stretched behind. Where had wrong turns been made? Soon the cry came again. Closer no This was the poem for "Poem a Day " in my email today."Each thought of being lost and all the years that stretched behind".This poem reminded me of the dialogue between the man and the boy in Cormac Mc Carthy's book, "the Road". Being lost can be frightening,magnifies a state of aloneness and longings for what we had and may not have cherished or cared for enough.. Sometimes getting or being lost just happens out of nowhere with no design,no planning,but sometimes we are active partners in that state of "being lost or losing'. For me ,those are the hardest ones as by our design we cause undue self suffering....