The not-doable, done

Ever faced a project or situation you believed insurmountable? The kind that, if you would have thought about it beforehand, you and all those around you would have chanted in chorus, “Impossible!”

The poem, Will We Survive by Peter Harris might be of encouragement.

Will We Survive?

by Peter Harris

Maybe if we all become that second baseman

who sprinted right, dove, snagged the grounder,

thudded to a stop, too late to get up or change

hands, too late to do anything but what he could

not do, had never tried, could not have done if he had tried:

shovel the gloved ball backhanded over his back,

without looking, to the shortstop. No,

not to the shortstop, but to where the shortstop

would be when he flew across the bag,

barehanded the ball, toed the bag, swiveled,

elevated above the spikes-up, take-out slide,

high enough to make the throw

to first for the double play. Game over.

The not-doable, done. No sound at all inside

the redundant thunder of applause.