The sun was setting, and we were in an open-topped jeep. Horribly lost in the Paphos Forest in Cyprus with no road signs or way markers, and before smartphones were invented.
I was afraid. And my panic grew with each mile along narrow, unmarked roads, hairpin bends and precipitous edges.
We clearly found our way out because I’m writing this today. Yet it was a visceral experience whose echoes I still feel in my body when I think about it.
So at this time of moving forward into the unknown, I was delighted to discover that the Poetry Unbound podcast with Pádraig Ó Tuama is back and starts this series with the David Wagoner poem Lost
Here is the opening of the poem as a taster for you to listen to the whole episode:
Stand still. The trees ahead and bushes beside you
Are not lost. Wherever you are is called Here,
And you must treat it as a powerful stranger,
Must ask permission to know it and be known.+ from David Wagoner’s poem, Lost, in Collected Poems, 1956-1976