While clearing the lower logging road
of wind-dropped branches and downed trunks,
we found some pretty saprophyte shelves,
just perched on logs here,
or on a tree trunk there (one eye kept on us?),
pulling all they need to live
from the air and from the woody stuff
they’ve latched onto
like a baby on a breast,
growing so much more slowly
but just as tenacious, just as brave.