where the water is warm and the grass is high
and the sweet sweet smell
that in years closest I have learned was actually the smell
of a fungus
it could not deter me.
even though that is something most often avoided, or aquired, like pickled mushrooms
or just mushrooms in general.
a fungus.
that smell that sweeps through the air, that for so long thought
was only found in one place.
is that to say that I can find a home in more than just that valley?
that I can find peace in more than just that valley?
that, the valley in question, was actually just another one of the many
breeding grounds
for that sweet fungus
the smell that I found trekking across oceans, on winding wooded roads
with friends that I no longer hold dear
while that scent, stays close
that scent, keeps me tied it
it’s not always where I need it.
it doesn’t always lead to where I want it.
