There is a peace I rest in,
a meadow I did not know,
existing all the while
I cried out in the darkness of trees,
“I’ve lost my way!”
I did not know it would take the shape
of a clearing
with wildflowers, doe, and child,
but I knew
I would know
when I saw it.
I didn’t know I could touch it,
stretch, and lie in the sunlight
with full confidence that in a few hours
the moonlight would be just as warm.
Most of all, I didn’t know it was
exactly where it was:
behind me, ahead of me,
and surrounding me
all the while.
It waited, quiet except for the chirping
of crickets, the buzz of dragonflies.
It smiled, knowing, trusting,
I’d come when I was ready.
“I’m ready now! Where is it?” I called,
my crying eyes sealed shut.
Open, was the call.
You’re already here.