Mushroom

What did you forget
about the forest floor? Where
it has rained for a thousand years

or more.  Maybe all
of the answers
are lying there

in the wet black earth,
where already there is
new life growing,

and the old life dying,
and a patch of mushrooms
that you bend to collect,

the last of the season,
and you fill
your sack

with questions,
each one
delicious.