It is impossible
because you cannot love it,
and yet you must do it.
How can you love it
when it asks of you
the impossible— To bring
water in a sieve, braid
a rope out of ashes,
carry fire or wind
in a paper house?
Last but not least,
and not always in the fine
print: to rip out your heart
or skewer it, return it
to its place, then
do it over again.