July 2022 edition: Impossible


I’m finding it too easy

to tell myself it is too hard.

When facing the end,

that it’s too late to even make a start.

But if we take impossible to mean

that we don’t have a chance,

we have lost sight of how unlikely

it was we would get this far.

The way the single fish

outwits the shark

by sticking with its school.

They way the crescent moon

outspins its dark

to once again be full.

Even winter,

given long enough,

begins to lose its cool.

That which was once exceptional

now barely registers at all.

Flamingos and giraffes

look like they were drawn by a child.

We can’t begin to comprehend

all of the ways this world is wild.

None of them asked if they were possible

before they came to be.

None of them have ceased to exist

by being told they’re make-believe.

The bug who finds it all too much

and tries to shut off everything,

to recover and then summon up

the strength to stretch its wings.

The snake so full of itself

that it cannot help but shed its skin.

Or how, instead of death,

the hedgehog went to bed

and slept till spring.

To think the Earth exists

at this specific distance from the sun.

Down to the angle of the axis

on which everything is spun.

The fact that trees happen to breathe

that which we need inside our lungs.

It would all seem impossible,

had it not already been done.

We are impossible

to everyone who’s ever gone before,

and everyone who’s yet to come

will push impossible some more.

Just as indeed the dos we did

outdo the don’ts we didn’t,

so everything’s impossible

until it isn’t.

The thought of rivers changing course

before somebody gave a dam.

Or that the tide might turn from shore

before a line’s drawn in the sand.

We cannot know how far our actions go,

the impact they might have.

Sometimes the only thing that we can do

is to do what we can.

Just as the night is at its darkest

when it’s introduced to day.

Just as the dry is at its harshest

in the breath before it rains.

It’s easy enough to believe in something

when it’s all okay.

It is when times are at their hardest

that it’s hardest to have faith.

Yet when the light begins to fade,

that’s when we need it the most.

It’s by surviving day to day

that we see seasons evolve.

If there was never any doubt,

there’d be no reason for hope.

It could be too late to do anything –

it sure as hell is if we don’t.

I am tired of the doom and gloom

and self-fulfilling prophecies.

I am trying to find room to bloom

and self-fulfil the opposite.

When it’s an act of revolution

to try to stay remotely positive,

there’s nothing wishy-washy

about opting to be optimists.

Whether a brighter future’s possible

we may not truly know,

but the first step towards that future

is imagining it so.

So as indeed the dos we did

outdo the don’ts we didn’t,

so it remains impossible

until it isn’t.

When it’s over, and we’re no more

than old bones within the ground,

still the soil knows to grow its seeds

from what is broken down.

What is lost is always lost

until the moment it is found.

These things only ever go one way

unless we turn them round.

We are so constantly surrounded

that it’s easy to forget

this world was built upon impossible;

that has not stopped us yet.

So yes, indeed the dos we did

outdo the don’ts we didn’t;

it only stays impossible

until it isn’t.

Day two of the CST Annual Conference 2022 was opened with a performance from Harry Baker.

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