Mycelium
A conversation
Invisible lines we draw between stars to tell a story to help us make sense
The cord of an old telephone curled around my fingers
The telegraph wire
The sealed envelope
The hard sitting down with legs uncrossed ears open
My arms around the tree
The indigo bunting staring back at me
The branching lines of taxonomy
The whale is me
The mycelium is me
The rocks are me
The sun is me
Everything seen and unseen is me.
yes yes yes!
Beautiful! I'm obsessed with mycelium. Love your poem.
Thank you!
Yes the mycelium - all connected.
YES! I love this, Lisa.
This is wonderful, Lisa--very connecting and whole. Thank you.
Thanks so much!
What a gorgeous poem!
Aw, thank you!
Mycelium
A conversation
Invisible lines we draw between stars to tell a story to help us make sense
The cord of an old telephone curled around my fingers
The telegraph wire
The sealed envelope
The hard sitting down with legs uncrossed ears open
My arms around the tree
The indigo bunting staring back at me
The branching lines of taxonomy
The whale is me
The mycelium is me
The rocks are me
The sun is me
Everything seen and unseen is me.
yes yes yes!
Beautiful! I'm obsessed with mycelium. Love your poem.
Thank you!
Yes the mycelium - all connected.
YES! I love this, Lisa.
Thank you!
This is wonderful, Lisa--very connecting and whole. Thank you.
Thanks so much!
What a gorgeous poem!
Aw, thank you!