National Poetry Writing Month 2026, day 6: Borne on a BreO⁷eze

Borne on a BreO⁷eze

To the immortal magic of Marc Chagall

O⁷ is unoccurrable

O³ unstable at best

And O² free only by the sufferance of coincidental phenomena

And no one

Ever sees or breathes O¹

No¹, I tell you

Still…

I would love to dance with my sister

Because she does not exist

And if I were dancing with her she would exist

And it would be her wedding day

And I’d have lost 45 pounds to look good in a tux

And at the alfresco reception

I would get supernaturally high

With lungs full of the O⁷ that had wafted though us

On a fanciful breeze

And I would then invulnerably float over the village

Legs dangling body bent beyond a horseshoe’s

Because once the impossible has occurred

The impossible is no more

And the benign Possibilities are innumerable

Including having the numbers associated

With different configurations of oxygen

Indicated with superscript

And not subscript