As a Tree
- 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.
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