Even the impossible

Everything will be OK

You stand where the sky forgets to end
the wind hears your secrets
You close your eyes, and the air gathers
making room for the wish you’ve just whispered

You inhale the word yes,
exhale the word mine.

You walk into your own reflection,
and the mirror sighs in relief
it’s been waiting for you to realise
that reality is just a suggestion.

Later, the moon calls you “darling”
and tells you to stop apologising for miracles.
The stars roll their eyes, as stars do,
but they agree.

You ask for a sign
And everything sways a little toward you.
Even the impossible tilts its head,
listening.