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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