Full of Impossible Things

“There’s no dust to sweep on a mountain.”

You have to be awake to be in the world.

Asleep, you can only rehash the human,

One reason dreams are weird.

The faintest, finest snowflakes

Blow out of the bright-blue skies,

Downy as feathers, and melt.

You are always daring the world,

And the world is always ignoring your dares

Because it is the world, unaware of being

Dared, and you always blink, since animals

Blink, and the world never blinks,

Since the world does not blink.

Little thing, little thing, at least you know

You are small, so small, and soon to go.

But do you have to risk it all always at all?