If I were a mushroom and you were a tree
I would have found you already —
threaded myself through the dark
to where your roots reach down
and wove myself in.
They see my fruit.
Beautiful enough to want,
too dangerous to hold.
But you would know what lives beneath —
the web of me, moving
through every dark and patient inch
between us.
I would bring you what the deep holds.
You would give me light made solid.
Neither of us would need a word for it —
the forest never has.
When you find me
you won’t feel the finding,
only that you always knew
where your roots were going.
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Mina Carey
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