Hyphae, Toadstool

Laurie Klein

. . . small things hardly noticeable . . . 

can unexpectedly become . . .

unmeasurable. —Rainier Maria Rilke

Invisibly ravenous, under our feet

the palest filaments grope,


blind attraction abetting

instinct—in turn, begetting


the exponential: Tendrils

siphon the stored rain, ingeniously


self-prune, tightening borders until,

overnight, damp little trolls in helmets


erupt all over the lawn. Oh dear,

un-endearing toadstools, endowed


with veins, pores, wrinkles, teeth: You

colonize the forgotten,


be it sponge or cellar, even summer glens

far away as the South Pole. How is it


your deckled, rice-paper gills

approximate pages from human history


rife with conquest? One more species

claims the next resource, overlooking


what’s underground. I suppose

what I miss most,


between all our covert reaching

and outright seizure, is


that commonwealth once called

marvel. All else, being insolence.

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Laurie Klein is the author of Where the Sky Opens and Bodies of Water, Bodies of Flesh. Read more.


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