Calm Infiltrates, Disguised.

A kindly fungus,
Calm chooses where
And when
To sink its thread-thin tendrils in.

You cannot will it to come.

As snow, it floats down, particulate;
Swathing and muffling our voices,
Spring finds it rising
With time-lapsed eruptions:
Snowdrops, narcissi, daffodils…
Or carrying tiny spiders on a gentle breeze.

And this can happen anywhere
A misty station; six-thirty,
Urban steps,
A wood by the reservoir-

We can’t predict
Any more than control it.