To be lost... a poem

To be lost is a horrible thing.

Not knowing which way to go;

Not understanding where the wrong turn was made;

If only to confront the dilemma of a fork in the road… but there is no road.

Just to be able hear a voice calling; but there are several voices calling from different directions;

To be lost in total darkness when light shines all around;

To be lost in a thick gray fog; an impenetrable dank rain forest; a wide open grassland that monotonously extends in all directions; an ocean adrift; a community… it’s all the same.

Do you sit and wait?

Do you venture forth in some direction?

Do you just disappear?

To be lost is a horrible thing.

Jim