Alder Stream
by David Crews
[Excerpt]
Castanea dentata—American chestnut
My steps bushwhacking here are delicate for these
chestnut trees are not big
leaves now quite familiar: elongated, serrated, still
very green
I see them everywhere scattered about the dense
forest illumined in pockets of sunlight
what if I did not know to maneuver the burrs?
What living creatures does each step press into
the earth?
How obvious this love for birds someone once said
—they need no trails
to be feather-light and adrift to thermals
I could love the mutilated world
The chestnut contains over 30,000 genes of DNA—
researchers want to give it one
peacekeeping enzyme that protects the tree from
a harmful acid
I look on Alder stream and its beaver dams and wonder
which trees are mountain alder, which are speckled
these woods speak a language of water and light
and I yearn to translate what’s lost
where to praise means to save, and to preserve keeps
trees from dying
still, I know so little of life’s reckonings
The memory of what we found shapes me still
black spruce, eastern hemlock, American chestnut