Our Book of Delights
Arielle Hebert
All our windows open, steady drizzle on the kudzu’s
broad backs, birds making their music like this isn’t North
Carolina, but a tropical rainforest, and we’re somewhere
deep in the palms and vines. But it’s our own ferns and fiddleheads,
evergreens and sugar maples, trillium blooming, or on the verge,
for no one in particular, for everyone in particular, as if to say,
Go on, enjoy it. Rain, flowers, time on earth. The apple I
hand-picked at the market. Braiding my friend’s hair, silver
in my fingers, how I tie a tiny bow gently at the end
just as the sun comes out. I want to believe this is true power, that
kindness is the only weapon worth wielding, and I wield it,
land blow after blow to my enemies, without mercy.
Mercy. Bring the wine. Set the table for surprise guests.
No matter the plates don’t match and we’ve run out of chairs,
only that there is bread and laughter, enough to go around.
Parades, in spite of—Pride, in spite of—Please, someone answer all my
questions about hummingbirds and the little futures we are
reaching for, the ones rising above the horizon right before our eyes,
such intoxicating visions, our truest selves, with nothing to hide. Go on.
Trust the child standing barefoot in the rain, her face turned
up to the sky. Trust that crescendo building in your chest is your
voice, singing what you need to hear, the stone-heavy echo
welled from darkest springs. Go ahead. Open the door. No one can
explain how to love the world. It doesn’t happen all at once. But
you can start here. Tonight, with yourself. Someone near you. Let it go
zigzagging town to town. Look, there. It’s already coming back around.
Copyright © 2026 by Arielle Hebert. Originally published in Poem-a-Day on April 15, 2026, by the Academy of American Poets.
Black and white photo of the poet. She has long black hair, a tattoo on her right shoulder, and wears a necklace. There is a large plant behind her.
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Photo credit: Scott Krier
Hebert is the recipient of the Claire Keyes Poetry Prize from Soundings East and the Lit/South Award for Poetry from Charlotte Lit Press.
Note: the emailed copy of this poem has an expanded bio:
Arielle Hebert is a queer poet and the author of Bottom Feeders (Black Lawrence Press, 2026). She is the recipient of the Claire Keyes Poetry Prize from Soundings East and the Lit/South Award for Poetry from Charlotte Lit Press. The 2025–26 fellow at Hellbender Gathering of Poets, Hebert lives in North Carolina.
About this Poem
“I aspire to be more hopeful, in poems and in life. This poem started as a catalog of recent bright spots I was clinging to in dark times: braiding my friend’s hair, watching another friend’s daughter play in the rain, the vibrant green of spring in North Carolina. The abecedarian’s form helped propel the poem forward and allowed the catalog to grow into a call for more kindness, more love in the world and for it.”
—Arielle Hebert
Our Book of Delights by Arielle Hebert is the Poem-a-Day on April 15, 2026 from the Academy of American Poets
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