So much has changed and so much hasn’t.
Here’s the river I stepped in more than twice.
I can’t see them but I know the boats
are going by in the sturdy fog,
scattering wildflowers patterned by their own fire
rather than a designer’s hand.
The bird in the shade is not the same one
last year, yet it opens its orange breast
like a feast of sunset.
I look for the other trekkers and can’t even see
the smoke from their bonfires. Bon voyage!
It’s right that I am here and not there.
About the author
Pui Ying Wong was born in Hong Kong. Her new collection of poetry, The Feast is forthcoming from MadHat Press in 2021. She is…Read the full bio
Issue 24 · Autumn 2021
Table of contents
- Two Poems by Nick Conrad
- Three Poems by Dinah Ryan
- Two Poems by Daisy Bassen
- Three Poems by Carl Boon
- Two Poems by Patricia Behrens
- Upon Entering the Unknown University
- Two Poems by Christine Potter
- Earthly Possessions
- The Overflowing Suitcase on a Bus Stop Bench
- Two Poems by Nathaniel Calhoun
- Blessing of the Animals
- Why Honey Matters
- Two Poems by Rimas Uzgiris
- Missing Buses
- The Trek
- Red Coat
- Watching a Late Autumn Thunderstorm
- Two Poems by Rick Mullin
- ON O’HARA’S BIRTHDAY
- I Travel Back in Time
- Postcard Prose
- Visual Poetry