When Pigs Fly

2023

Shakespearean Sonnet

We stepped out of the cottage, together,

Into a new world, a world that is ours.

We marvelled the view, my arms around her,

Our bare feet tickled by dancing flowers.

A waterfall cascaded down a ridge,

Gulls plunging along the current, grinning.

Palm trees that arched to form heart shapes in which

They sway to melodies of our singing.

We waltzed along the shore, hands intertwined.

I held on tight, lest she might slip away.

After so long, was she finally mine?

I gazed into the falling of the day.

For what dots among the purple-bruised sky,

Were the flying pigs that revealed the lie.