Today's poem is by Hildred Crill
The Book of Lichens
If there's a surface,
you said, there will be living things.Out of need, I thought,
a fungus and alga marry. I skimmedthe glossy, illustrated guide: black discs
on gray seas, egg rosettes, pale green splotches,worms written in squirming, fan-wide ridges, warts,
brain wrinkles, short black stalkswith erupting cups, cropped mats, purple-tinged
branches. I don't remember muchof what hangs on the mind
like memory of disease, but a pattern:stick close to the surface
move where you can.
Copyright © 2005 Hildred Crill All rights reserved
from Poet Lore
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