Poem: What you cannot-cannot do? — Greg Hobbs

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

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