The best way to find something
is not to go looking for it.
Sure, keep your eyes peeled
watch as the wind picks up the leaves
beneath the sycamore, the elm
for there might be shy mycelium down there
that decides to poke through the soil
But don’t you dare expect it
The mushrooms will hear you
and hide their faces
retreat from the April sunshine
make themselves invisible
If you are unsuspecting,
if you enter the woods without want,
say to the trees, I take nothing
you do not desire to give,
then they may consider you worthy.
They may decide to show
their fruiting bodies, golden chitin
emerging from winter
cheekily offering themselves
to your unseeking spirit.