The Impossible


So, Trump has convinced his country that he should lead. I did not think America had drifted so far; I did not realize it was so out of touch with us -and me… It brought to mind a poem I wrote years ago, not ever believing the impossible could come to pass:

 

The Impossible

Is not something

I can understand,

Or even compute

With words.

Like infinity,

It is defined in terms of what

It is not

Or ever could be,

Realistically.

Even Maybe does not cover it

Completely,

Although it paints a kind of curtain

That lets through

Light,

Almost.

Sometimes briefly,

Like our attempts

To conceive what lies behind,

It is

A labyrinth of smoke

Forever weaving new patterns

From the old.

No,

What cannot be

Is often locked away

In arguments

And definitions –

Words whose meanings

Are not cast in stone,

But trapped in sentences

By the years.

Impossible

Is what is not

Now,

And by default

Will lose,

Perhaps,

Even before

It has begun.

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