I read Lance's An Ode to the Sprial (on this blog) and it got me thinking of spirals of course, the way a maple seed spirals to the ground. Maybe not truly a spiral, but truly wonderful in its own way. And that got me thinking about things we may see but not really appreciate. So here's another yada- yada about such things.
Seeing Things
In the space between where the pines and aspens grow,
in a sunny open area of grass and flowers,
a tiny mushroom pushed its crown into the light, then another, and another,
until a tiny forest of psilocybie cubensis bridged the gap.
This was but one miracle you missed, another occurred nearby
where a big strong battered fish laid her eggs in the gravel
of a stream a thousand miles from the sea;
no fanfare, no cigars, no champagne, just a small miracle.
And there were others you didn't see, even in your own backyard.
Ahhhh, beauiful!
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