Blue

I stumbled, jarring stars loose

in my hypothalamus.

They scattered through my eyes.

I laughed at myself

and the sun rose.

So I stopped thinking and

just listened to a blue chanterelle

singing a French lullaby

in the fern forest.

A chorus of mycelia

from all the caverns of the underworld

answered the prayer of my flesh.

I had not even been aware

that my body was grieving.

Photo: Western Montana Mycological Association