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As a Tree

By Elise Arsenault

  • To Emily on her 25th birthday.
  •  
  • I type Em and
  • am corrected to Elm. I grin
  • because Em is like a tree, and
  •  
  • the elm
  •  
  • is wind-pollinated. Planted by a breath.
  • She makes a home of any soil, no
  • matter the pH, the floodwater, the scoff
  • of the sun, the smoke clouds, the salted
  • ocean front.
  •  
  • See her interlocking grain, her
  • resistance to splitting. See her become
  • a wagon wheel hub, become a drum
  • for she bends well. Become the keel
  • of a ship, gifting strength and balance. Bend
  • into the curve of a bow, bend
  • into a rope swing, lilting
  • in a willow.
  •  
  • A plow, tilling the soil
  • in thanksgiving.
  •  
  • The elm resists decay, hollowed
  • to draw water from the groundswell,
  • becoming a river running
  • over.
  •  
  • The Romans planted elms beside grapes,
  • rested the vines on her branches.
  • Ulmus amat item, vitis non dessert ulmim.
  • The elm loves the vine, the vine
  • does not desert the elm. The artist
  •  
  • paints the elm for the ease
  • of her branching. For her light
  • shade and body’s vase, ever-open
  • skyward. I feel at home, here
  •  
  • in the elm’s light shade. Finding
  • breath, drinking water fresh
  • from her green and
  • holy ground.

Photo by Brittany Lee on Unsplash

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