Wild Mushrooms
Wild mushrooms bask in morning dews
In a circle
Like some Bedouins
During a dinner party
Or like a galaxy of Geishas
In a park
Each one with a nicely decorated umbrella
Or like native Americans
During a spirit worship
All quiet, anticipating
For some thing to happen
Out of the nowhere.
Or like a bunch of Vietnamese women
Working in the field
With tiny round bamboo umbrellas
Individual as we see
But joined deep down
By th unseen common bond, the mycelia
Like all of us, with the intent to propagate
The earth with off springs
Made in our image in our spores
With sophistication
We all spray our seeds
Millions of them
Hoping some will emerge one day
As the carrier of ourselves.
Silent meditation of
Silent sentinels
Calm, elegance and simple design
Betrays the complications of
Millions of seamless automated reactions
Making
Wild mushrooms bask in morning dews
((*.*))
Babru
September 8, 2006
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