Impossible

Everything should be impossible, but yet here we are.

We speed through space and time at an unfathomable speed,

Past endless galaxies and stars.

Everything should be impossible, but yet here we are.

We make love,

We read,

We put on a hat.

We sing and we dance,

We eat and get fat.

Everything should be impossible,

But isn’t it strange that we are?

Our existence is the length of a sliver of a fingernail,

On the body of the cosmos.

Everything should be impossible, but yet here we are.

We smile,

We laugh,

We watch movies, sing songs.

We attend weddings and funerals,

We drink all night long.

Everything should be impossible, but yet here we are.

We’re made of stuff in mountains, oceans, and birds.

It’s all ancient stardust, and it unites us all.

Everything should be impossible, but yet here we are.

We mourn,

We hope,

We cry and have kids.

We sow and eat plants,

We notice what is.

Everything should be impossible, but yet here we are.

We get one glimmer of a chance, one spark in the dark.

Yes, death surrounds us. But so does life.

Everything should be impossible, but yet here we are.

We enslave,

We set free,

We swim naked, make clothes.

We write lyrics and hymns,

Screenplays and poems.

Everything should be impossible, but yet here we are.

The ones made of stardust,

The shared breath of God—

And somehow—

Somehow we hate each other.