Broken Compass

A day lost in the woods

We got lost that day

In the woods, walking.

Couldn’t hear the 

river anymore, lost.

I was your compass.

Well, supposed to find our way

At least a broken clock

is always right, even twice a day

Did you know you can

make a watch into a compass?

Too bad we didn’t have one

of those either.

But we didn’t panic, no, not ever

just wandering & sticking together.

Together, 

Slowly

Carelessly

Happily

walking like we always do,

always ever did, me & you

Feeling like the world broke away

Rejected us

Ignored us 

Perhaps just didn’t or

couldn’t see us that day.

Separated from the universe, 

Quiet, still, the forest it was

Time slowed 

Time stopped

Time dilated

Isolated, but not lonely

& surely not alone

It was just us, U S 

In a special vacuum

of existence. 

of nature.

The path out of the woods

Grew less & less important

As we wandered through

Suspended in time

A different plane of

E X I S T E N C E

At times we didn’t even

know or care if we were

…In the Black forest or not,

And just took any 

old path, didn’t matter.

It was so peaceful

U l t i m a t e  S o l i t u d e

A way to stop the world 

When we wanted to get off.

Leaves rustled as our

Feet thudded on firm earth

Beneath ourselves.

It was a needed break from

‘You and me vs. the world’

A daily battle, blood sport

For surviving each day.

Now with the world was a 

friend(ly) truce was made

We could breath easy, relax

Our tired bones, worn down

Absorbed new energy, from

The trees that surround

us house singing birds, many

that were heard all around

We followed each other, 

Making circles in the moist Spring dirt

Perfect weather to be wearing your skirt

We forgot about lost and mindful of

Only each other, loving, like two doves

Our space

Our forest

Our world

Our time

Together this was so special

Substantive & not tangential 

Circles we make until a trench nearly dug

Stepping around and over every little bug

I hear it now, louder, it’s down, 

Over there, yonder and around

Did the river bend make sound

We’ve been spotted, it was us it had found

Back to the world, the one that  surrounds

No longer our space 

Glad we didn’t race

Without wanting to be found, it had been left up to fate

Our hike was finished now as happenstance would dictate

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Yağmur]

I can definitely connect with the longing to remove attachments, lose track of time, and be lost and find oneself on the same path. Great poem, great reflections