The Walker in the Woods

It is not my childhood I search for
in these woods, for even in my childhood
I was lost – always on the right path,
but lost.

No, it is something else, something
in these woods, that my ancestors,
in their haste to leave,
left behind for me to lose.

So here I am, searching,
the walker in the woods on a Bank Holiday,
bearing the map of a child’s exploring,
home again, but lost.

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