Wednesday's Poem: Go Little Fish, Go

Anna Lowe Weber’s poem “All We Didn’t Know We Didn’t Know” is surprising in its intimacy. Her “we” feels genuine as if, yes indeed, we are “all of us saints of something.” Or, at least, we used to be. This sonnet is imbued with nostalgia; it highlights those magical properties of youth (not looks but imaginations) that we don’t know to value at the time. The religious undercurrent feels right, too, especially the way in which we sometimes can’t control thoughts or prayers. I won’t spoil the ending by quoting it, but I’ve never seen such a little fish go so far. You’ll root for him, too.

“All We Didn’t Know We Didn't Know” was published in the latest issue of Boxcar Poetry Review.