Tremella

golden Tremella
glistening yellow
like the sun

I pluck you from rain-wet grass
wrap you in aluminum
and put you in my paper bag

Icy Morning Mushrooms

Barnacles on a log
Silk and velvet polypores
Rust

Ocean

The ocean
Where shifting waves peel open blue,
On my sea chair
I rock up and down a cold emerald wave.

Where am I?
Poised between sea and sky, where
Clouds drift
With their tale of deserts and limes.

O decaying world, in the mind I seek
Rest, and waves, sun, and pale
Untrammeled sky, ribbon of myself cut
Again and again.

Look
Out the window at the green and blue,
Earth connected to sky by lightning-armed trees
Devastation without and within.

I clutch a pale hope
That song can
Heal the world,
That music, balm of ages

Will flood the world.