If I met her today
would I be ready?

Would we walk past that fence
chain-linked where I first saw her
checkerboard shadows on her face?

Would we go to the cornfields
and play hide-and-go-seek
chirping like lab rats?

Would she rub her nose against mine
and kiss me, feeling my stubble
sharp like quills on a hedgehog?

Would she hug me at a funeral
church bells swaying slowly
like a Foucault pendulum?

Would I rub her back, listening
the river in her voice sighing,
"My personal therapy man"

Would I whisper of her beauty
holding her as I feel her life
pulsing like a symphony orchestra?

Have I imagined it?
Does she even exist?
Would we even be possible?