Wanderflechten

One hummingbird hovers above the heliotrope.

One petal of five, reddened and purpled, drops.

Turn sun turn, in equilibrium— vanilla, cherry.

A collection of wanderflechten, vagrant flourishing. 

A living language on air. Thallus-shaped fruiting body

Fragmented wanderlust jives root toot suit blues.

Lilac scrawls floating feathers, erratic and unattached.

We flowers in the muzzle, puss face in the wind,

Witch's hair hangs in the branches, oxygen oxygen.

Brown-eyed wolf lichen chartreuse toi toi toi chanteuse

Boom boom vulpinic symbiosis in wearable art, bruised.

Bequiled tumbleweeds for miles. In my dreams, you were golden.

Inconspicuous in the redwood canopy, Humboldt fox, fog lichen

Anchored fungal structure supporting its algae partner boldly.

Sometimes a threesome, a trio caught between worlds.

Froth and lace as original as snowflakes caught in grace.

Verbular to underground truffle, a sweet indicator of air quality.

Diffused on the wind, famine food of winter for reindeer,

Nests for the birds, remedies, dyes, and perfumes. Weathering

Composite of love, aeroles in bloom, hyphae in the plume.

I wandered lonely as a cloud through this lichen mutualism. 

Extremophiles that colonized the Earth. Destiny is weird, 

Thus spoke the wanderer, One with unfixed wyrd.