Scrittura Wednesday poetry prompt
Connections
underground
I dreamt I was a vast underground being
sprouting mushrooms from the forest floor,
creating spores to float, propagate,
most of me a deep tangled network of tendrils
thinner than hairs, wrapping around,
penetrating tree roots for sustenance,
providing communication between
numerous trees in a grove, channeling
water, minerals from tree to tree,
trees knowing through me which others
need extra water and nutrition to
survive, such as saplings in shade,
until they are tall enough to gather
their own sunlight, giving to other
trees in turn, with all taken care of.
I woke to sunlight dappled through lace curtains, human again but somehow changed, certain we are all connected for better or worse, worse when clinging to illusions of separation, better when celebrating and sustaining each other, not only humans but all life on our planet crucial for each individual survival, crucial.
