It’s Possible
by
Radiance Angelina Petro

Turn a little to the side, one will always—
almost always appear, nearly touching–
a whale moving through the air– staring with time’s eyes.

It’s possible. Along the narrow edges
of the mind it’s possible. It can be said—
up to a point, but is well to consider the necessary

straight lines that turn into circles. Why
explain why? It cannot be done anyhow.
There’s a whale floating beside you.

In the yard next to me, one sunflower
nods its head more than the others. I agree,
climb atop the whale, remembering

my body, as we streamline through the sky,
steering towards a story that guides us.
It’s possible. It’s all possible.