The Importance Of Having An Advocate

We set off down along the creek to look for morels,
The Advocate and I,
Not speaking, just hiking briskly through the brush,
Far off
We heard a quail whistle
But there was no return,
We came upon a cemetery in the clearing,
A good place for mushrooms,
But there were none to be found
Among the moss-covered stones,
Only names and dates and the hush of wind
In the old red cedars,
We sat awhile, the Advocate and I,
With our backs to the trees
Not speaking, just sitting quietly,
A breath of wind brought us ancient voices
That sang as a single mushroom grew at our feet,
So we got up and set off down along the creek,
The Advocate and I,
To look for more.