b'FoundIf you feel lost go to the woods.Wood remembers.Quietly crackles inSun flashed signals Through trunks,Then darkness again.It was a bad day.Thats why I was there,Why I didnt want to see anyone else.Why I went to turn back when I saw The old man hunched by the tree.I skirted past, eyes fixed on pine needles And root gnarled earth.He looked up, said Im lost.His face seemed kind, wrinklesMapped his eyes, his hands shook atThe ends of his arms as if they didnt belong.We found his wife at the forests edge.Searching, like last week and the week before,She told me. Hes lived a life of routes,She said, that slowly disconnected.His mind, a hive abandoned by its bees.But when he sees her, his face slowly Lights in recognition, like honeyHeld to the sun.Sinad OReilly11'