Lost world

Sitting by the creek

Stop listen slow

Dip the toes

Cold rush of life

Broadening horizons

Imagination flourishing

In this show of nature

Blooms

All there is to know

Transported

To the beginning of time

Lost and found

In the cycle that never ends

Feel it in your bones

Hearing it for the first time

The beating of a heart

Connected

To the signal of life

A magical place

This world is full of shadows

What I take then is the wild

In the hope it may tame

The nature of my kind

-Camille Delaquise

This poem appears in RISE, Camille’s second contemporary poetry collection. Lost world reflects on the restorative intelligence of the natural world — finding in its rhythms, beauty and ancient continuity a form of connection that both enlarges the self and gently rebukes the shadowed impulses of humankind.

This poem is available as a contemporary poetry print on textured recycled card.