Sunday, May 3, 2020

THE EXPLORER, A Selection From THE SUN LOVES EVERY PLANET







He examined the fungus he found
In the Brazilian rainforest
Researched it
Again and again
Consulted with other botanists
And fungi experts
From around the world
Until he was convinced
As were they
That no one had ever found
One like it before
He had discovered
A new form of life

A feeling overtook him
Like none he had ever felt before
All his years of hard work
All the years of education
Years of living on ramen noodles
And cheap beer
Had all been building
Towards this moment
Of colossal discovery

Technically
A student had found it
But since he was in charge
Of the field study
He rightfully gets to take the credit
After all
The student wouldn’t even have been there
Without his knowledge
Guidance and leadership

Finally he could tell his friend
The nationally renowned geologist
That he had discovered something
And this wasn’t just another rock
Leftover
From some Mesozoic era
No one cares about
This was a fungus
A find of such immense importance
Guaranteed to make front page headlines
In the most prestigious mycology journals
Around the world

After he returned to the university
He laid awake nights
Not able to sleep
He didn’t even notice
The hot chicks on campus
Sunbathing outside their dorms
Like he used to on his way to class
What shall I call it he wondered?
The burden of naming the fungus
Preoccupied him to such an extent
He decided to ask for a sabbatical
He needed more time
To think it over
To come to the right decision

He knew that naming the fungus
Was the most important
Decision of his life
A decision that would occupy
A place in botanical history
He would be judged
By the name he chose
The responsibility
Was too much to bear
His nerves were wearing thin
He could no longer
Hit the squirrels he shot at
Through his living room window

Up until he had discovered the fungus
That changed his life immeasurably
More than he ever
Could have imagined
His only great find
Had been an arrowhead
He found buried in a river bank
When he was a boy in Iowa
Technically
It was his dog
That found it
But since he was the dog’s owner
And master
He assumed full ownership
Of the arrowhead
However, when his dog
Had pointed exceptionally well
Exceeding
His wildest expectations
He would sometimes
Scratch the dog behind the ears
With the arrowhead as a reward

One morning on his way home
From purchasing squirrel bait
And fresh shotgun shells
Shortly before
He was due to return
From his sabbatical
The name came to him at last
As he turned onto a gravel road
He would name the fungus
After himself
It was the right thing to do
After all
He was the one
Who discovered it







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