An Insight From Moss

After making the trip to Bar Harbor in Maine, we set off on excursions within that domain. In the midst of events, aggravating, arcane, we began at a loss. We embark on a most unpredictable task - touring Cadillac Mountain with fog as a mask. Fifteen hundred feet high and sh-shaking, we ask with alarm, "Where's the bus?" Safely back at sea level, we all need to chill - "Tell me, who put the rest stop on top of a hill?" Giving vent to our steam, we release it with skill by creating a fuss. So we cuss as we scurry, we snort and stampede up the fifty-two steps to attend to our need. On the zig-zag descent, rather tetchy, still teed, we by chance run across a botanical gem - symbiotic, we learn. A bizarre kind of growth, some avoid with concern. Is it algae? or lichen? a fungus? or fern? a true whatzit for us. I see fanciful lace mid inherent decay; I see whimsical bubbles entangled in play. I see change as our mood now reverses dismay - it's an insight from moss. ************** anapestic tetrameter Every fourth line I change to dimeter to counteract the monotony. Reason A. Poteet http://wiseacre-gardens.com/moss/white-cushion-moss.jpg