If you don’t have an appointment,
getting lost is the most under-rated
experience you may have in life.
If walking, one can observe
a variety of foliage, stones, and clouds;
if traveling by auto, hills, lakes, and ponds
offer perspectives never seen before;
if bicycling, the same may be said,
although it’s easier to ask directions
from people adjacent to the road.
To be lost in deep wood without phone
or any computational gadget
remains a most satisfying achievement,
for one can more closely examine
an occasional wild flower or variation
of tree bark, coruscations on stone,
run fingers over a bed of moss,
rub your nose in the moss,
as you lose all memory
of bills paid and unpaid.
What a delight to be out-of-the-box
of your life and be a new-born nobody
looking for something around a bend.
There’s pleasure in surprise expectation,
yet when lost one has few expectations.
The secret of being happily lost
is merely to live the moment,
taking things as they come.
As long as you are not lost by sunset,
then you’ve had a memorable treat
outside the ordinary grind.