Unbelievable

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I was trying to think
of an unbelievable moment
in my life of 72 years
and it seems everything
that has happened to me
was absolutely expected,
even anticipated. I’ve never
seen a UFO, although I hope
to live long enough to see one,
but it wouldn’t be unbelievable.
I honestly believe they exist.
I’ve never met a time traveller
but I believe they probably exist
could even now be having bacon
and eggs at the table next to me
in Denny’s. When my mother died
on the 5th floor of the cancer clinic
I guess I was in denial
that she could ever be gone.
But it was instantly believable
because the world had lost its air
and I spent many months sucking
into myself, curled like a fiddlehead
on my bed. Once as a struggling
single mom, I won a 50-50
at Squamish Days Loggers Sports
and a clown ran up
through the crowded bleachers
to hand me three sandwich bags
full of $500 worth of coins. That
was pretty unbelievable, actually
but it’s more a windfall right?
What would it take these days
for something to truly be
unbelievable. And how
would I write of it in a poem.
I remember the morning
when all the televisions
broadcast their same message,
War was over. Global warming
had been reversed. The billionaires
had given back all their money,
so humanity was saved.
It was early spring,
and the hummingbirds had returned
to my little balcony. I had chosen
my San Francisco mug that morning,
and could hear celebrations in the street
as I sipped my coffee and stroked the dog
in my lap.