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Wollemia

Wollemia

Pine Trees in the Fen
after Eavan Boland’s ‘The Botanic Gardens’

To twine like those trees in peace and stress
Before the peril of unconsciousness

outside the cave  .  gingko and saw-tooth pine  .
baobabs  .  twining into each other’s bark climb 
towards the morning sun  .  wolves and cougars
sleeping in their musty dens  .  she is safe inside  .  
with her unnamed things  .  crude spoon  .  
hollowed dish  .  bone needle  .  the soil floor 
swept smooth with thatch  .  sinew sewn into fur  .  
but outside the cave  .  the mountain broods 
over endlessness  .  the forest receding in green 
waves down a thickened needle-clad valley  . 
flinting scarp  .  and the cold trickle of melting 
snow into larger pools  .  roots finding humus-rich 
earth to hold  .  she stands in the cave’s mouth  .  
a small nest flourishing in her belly  .  
before her the oldest tree  .  pinus longaeva  .  5000 
years of weather printed into gnarled bark rings  .  
branches splinter-sharp  .  she will never know 
the old tree’s botanic name  . . .  fire  .  shade  .  
a sharp stick for stabbing prey  .  delicate leaves 
pressing into clay  .  loam and snow metamorphosing 
under rock  .  fossil  .  diatom  .  wollemia noblis  .  
a tree naming anti-extinction  .  listen  .  to all 
the empires that have fallen  .  to Linneaus’s Systema
Naturae  .  to time’s neglected backyard seedlings  . 
 wollemia  .  wollemia  .  wollemia  .  wollemia pine