Somehow she feels he’s out there,
moving through a world
she’ll probably never brush against.
She feels his breath.
She tastes his shadow.
invade her dreams.
It is possible that the stars
might rearrange themselves
in the sky.
And it is possible that one of them
will stray into the other’s world.
Pigs will fly.
The clock will strike thirteen,
and oh, see the brilliance of the sun as it rises in the west?
The NaPoWriMo prompt: take one of the following statements of something impossible, and then write a poem in which the impossible thing happens: The sun can’t rise in the west. A circle can’t have corners. Pigs can’t fly. The clock can’t strike thirteen. The stars cannot rearrange themselves in the sky. A mouse can’t eat an elephant.