by Dec 29, 2022

Lost: A Metaphor for Life


I hike alone deep in a Michigan forest.
Light shines down through tangled
branches. The next trail blaze
is all I have to point the way.

Coyotes cry. Then quiet.
Frosty breath ebbs and flows.
It’s too soon for cold,
too late for warm.

The trail fades into leaves. I’m off
path, in untouched wilderness.
No blaze in sight.
I wait and listen.

Miles away from everything
and in the middle of it all,
I am here.

My slow walk turns frantic.
A panic claws at my ribcage. I search
for what I think I need. Fear zooms in
like a dark shadow deep in a lake—

it frightens my future,
breathes in my past.
I am in the same place,
lost because I believe it so.

The trees watch and know.
Solid in their trunks.
Loose in their branches.
The wind blows their secrets.

The whisper of truth beckons
like a woodpecker on my skull.
I give up and know:
Go the simple way.

I look where I’ve looked a hundred times.
There, an old tree I see anew.
Its blaze points the way in.
That’s the way out.

Leaves of the autumn of my life
crunch beneath my steps.
I cannot hear my breath.
I stop.

Tweedles echo in a deluge of melody.
Distant warbles float as a mist.
Waves of crickets trill while tiny paws
rustle through yesterday’s shade.

When I am lost enough to lose myself,
nature’s symphony floods in
like fireflies in a forest on a summer’s eve.
If you knew me, you’d know

I live in endless wander, a drifter.
My freedom
of a thousand wishes
is having none.

When I stop.
And I hear it all.
I know.
The best part of life… It’s when I’m lost.


Photo Above: Looking Up. Captured in the wilderness of Michigan’s upper peninsula in October 2021.

While on two separate hikes (less than a week apart) I got lost deep in Michigan’s wilderness. No phone service, no gps, no compass. The poem was written in the feeling of both, but describes my experience of the first. I was the Porcupine Mountains Wilderness, and the experience was one of the most touching of my life. At one point I surrendered to the reality that I might spend a night in the forest, and then out of nowhere: there was the way. Six days later on a hike in Pictured Rocks National Seashore I wandered more than five miles off course before I wondered if something was amiss. If it weren’t for a local backpacker that pointed me in the direction of the trailhead, I might still be out there 🙂 The photo above was taken on the second hike. Looking back, I realized that on both hikes I was swimming in a pool of presence, wonder and awe. Hours passed that seemed like minutes, I was drenched in the beauty of nature, and I just walked. Some might say I was lost, and some might say I was exactly where we all dream to be.

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