by Mary Elder Jacobsen

The grass is greener under-

water. I’ve grown green with envy over every under-

water weed, so long and thinly, loved and lively, glint and greenly under-

water. Fluidly, movingly under-

water. Leave me, grow me, willowy green me under-

water. Ebb and billow me. Lap and please me. Leave me be thee under-

water. O ribbon me, oh ravel me. Oh under-

water’s where un-

done I’ve long become have gone and go under

spells and lo how soon am over-

whelmed by deep by shallow

waters all and in whose realms I’ll gladly dwell, all unhoused and under-

water. Take me under,

water me there, make me pondweed under-

water, un-

dulate me under-

water.

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Mary Elder Jacobsen’s poetry has appeared in The Greensboro Review, Four Way Review, One, deLuge, the anthology Healing the Divide: Poetry of Kindness & Connection, and elsewhere. A recent winner of the Lyric Memorial Prize and recipient of a Vermont Studio Center residency, she holds an MA from The Writing Seminars at Johns Hopkins University and an MFA from UNC-Greensboro. Jacobsen lives in rural Vermont where she swims in a glacial lake with loons.