Lace Beneath Our Feet
Mycorrhizal mycorrhizal,
say it over, learn it quick.
Under your feet as you read this
the earth is moving,
swelling her net, crocheting her lace.
If once you truly comprehend it,
the wonderstruck won’t leave.
Invisible fungi
fiercely fastening the trees
hitching and pinning it all.
Oh bridge, oh link,
keep us and teach us
how to do it with each other.
Mycorrhizal, mycorrhizal,
mothernet of love.
©Susa Silvermarie 2024
