Poetry
rebirth
Jillian Arsenault — November 18th, 2022

Let yourself sink
Down, down, down
Into the cool, wet soil
linger for a while,
meeting for the first time the rhythm of your own breath
Wrap yourself in roots,
Cover yourself in moss,
Maturing under the earth
Decompose the parts just barely hanging on
Stay until you rot
The tendrils of twigs and vines dissolving the remains of an old, tired shape
Foregoing what isn’t
Into what can be
Reborn
—Rebirth