I did not know when I smelled the lavender that I was empty; its scent brushing my calves, filling my lungs. I did not know when I ate the mango that I was not whole; its tart turning on my grateful tongue. I did not know when I felt the madrone that I was less than; its peeling bark smooth under my roughening skin. I did not know when I heard the wren that I was invisible; its trills tumbling to wake my greying crown. I did not know. I did not know. And so, I walked in wonder.
Heather Bourbeau’s work has appeared or will appear in 100 Word Story, Alaska Quarterly Review, The Kenyon Review, Meridian, The Stockholm Review of Literature, and SWWIM. She has worked with various UN agencies, including the UN peacekeeping mission in Liberia and UNICEF Somalia. She lives amid the sage and fog.
Editor-in-Chief Laura Lee Washburn is a University Professor, the Director of Creative Writing at Pittsburg State University in Kansas, and the author of This Good Warm Place: 10thAnniversary Expanded Edition (March Street) and Watching the Contortionists (Palanquin Chapbook Prize). Her poetry has appeared in such journals as Carolina Quarterly, Ninth Letter, The Sun, Red Rock Review, and Valparaiso Review. Harbor Review‘s micro-chap prize is named in her honor.
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I was walking in wonder as I read this poem — it is beautiful.