i recall being lost in the shawnee forest. after wandering anxious for a while i came to a deep bed of moss and lay down, and the lost feeling grew into wonder. that was forty-three years ago, now i'm more than three times that lost age. it's different being lost in the city, yet sometimes i lay down in the park and feel the imprint of the moss in the forest that day and the sparse trees of the city park meld and weave like in the forest over me.