Impossible

“This is for you.” –Lap-dropped bit of destiny Shining in shaking fingers Tentatively held for fear that- - The old man smiled under his moustache, knowing that the child in his lap would find joy in unusual places. - -everything would fall and all the gain would prove to be mere cerebral wisps, blown away in neuronal thunderstorm. - We hold this peculiar joy in our hearts because we hope in the impossible.