By Emilie Lygren
Leaping with arms raised
to save a goal.
Standing firm and tall
at first base.
Moving a cleat through
the red infield dirt.
Pressing the spiked sole into
soft soil and seeing
divots look back at me.
Proof I could make a mark.
I didn’t want to be a boy
but I wanted to be
treated like one.
Bolt of thunder
free from hairclips,
dresses and dolls.
Pride for what I did
and not how I looked.
I didn’t feel like a girl either.
I felt like one of the murky-rooted
cottonwoods at the edge of the creek,
a lake shining in sunrise,
air just above an oak at the crest of a hill.
Shimmering, I pulled up my roots
every morning. Put on t-shirts
and went to school where I
prismed into a thousand veins of light.
Later came the trying to fit in.
Slicked-back hair and
low cut shirts. Wanting to be
beautiful and chosen.
But early on I knew the best
beauty came among
trees and green rivers
and no need to be
perceived as anything
but a body among bodies,
no thought towards
what I wore or who saw.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Emilie Lygren is a nonbinary poet and outdoor educator whose work emerges from the intersections between scientific observation and poetic wonder. Her first book of poetry, What We Were Born For, was chosen by the Young People’s Poet Laureate as the February 2022 Book Pick for the Poetry Foundation. She lives in California, where she wonders about oaks and teaches poetry in local classrooms.