Poetry

By Wendy Werdan

Poetry is a nurturing ecosystem.
A fungus strain
and a custodian underfoot.

It turns the earth,
so life can flourish,
and holds water,
the blood that creates blooms.

Like a mushroom that pops up
with the morning sun,
it attracts animals who dine,
spreads it’s spores
that lay dormant and inactive.

With each step,
we stirs up nutrients,
and poetry surges upward,
breaking down complex substances,
that pollutes the mind,
that liberates us from destruction.

Poetry can survive severe conditions
and adapt, even benefits from the disturbance,
and sometimes,
anticipates the contact.