Of Impossibilities (And Other Trellises)

So many people speak of things that can’t happen

In hushed tones of sincere smugness

That we decided to soothe

One of the smaller impossibilities

A minor god

In a major pantheon of

Closed doors

Our soil – infertile

Our weather – inhospitable

The first year even the crab grass retreated

It is a slow wooing

Of small things that shouldn’t be

Manure, trellises, and time

There is bedrock beneath us

And still these small blossoms

Open their impossible hearts

IMG_1997Persistence is the mother of possibility

Impossible dreams must be carefully tended.


For more persistence, my fantasy novel, The Guests of Honor, is available here. Its sequel, With Honor Intact, can be found here.

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s