We sometimes forget that celebrations happen underground
tiny vessels of nutrients are gathered and exchanged with golden fanfare
limbs created and redistributed in neon nonchalance
creating momentum for the bloom to seduce our eyes.
We think that picking a bouquet and handing it off to our love is the gesture
we assume that life hasn’t thought about itself
that the cells of each contributing force don’t celebrate with us.
Every chain link matters in the expression of care.
In allowing the creation of our beautiful things to have consciousness
we bring the divine into our thoughtfulness.
We fill out the circle of good deeds from conception to receiving.
We’re all in this together and may as well tip our hats to the fungi.