What you cannot-cannot do?
What do you have inside yourself
you cannot-cannot do?
As the beaver innately does with
passionate intensity?
Or creature of your home who whines it’s time
for “our walk”, or surreptitiously cuddles up?
Must you, like a mountain storm dumps snow,
forks lightning, frees a scorching wildfire,
Clear whatever underbrush needs clearing?
Which mustard seed do you need to crack open
To let loose a freshet?
Carry the mountain and the prairie winds between
The beak of your string fingers?
Bake any delicious fully consumable dish,
Stitch a quilt for a Grandbaby?
Greg Hobbs 5/25/2020