Impossible - The Weather Station

I found that I was angry

In the cool of the day

All the tall trees swaying

All I did not to say

Though I managed all the details

And I made all those phone calls

And I wrote out all the e-mails

And straightened out the front hall

It don’t matter, it made no difference

All through our disagreement

There was a cardinal on the fence

Put no walls around me

I will lay the stones myself

And lay down with my body

But give nothing else

Still living with the feeling

Pent up in my chest

My old lifelong companion

The one I know best

Well, I guess I got the hang of it — the impossible

You could say I moved right in with it — the impossible

You knew I felt unnatural in the blue light of dawn

I left the house in shadow

And my mind went on and on

On the long spool of the highway

Strange fragments of song

And all I can’t get my way

Everything that’s still wrong

Oh, I guess I got the hang of it — the impossible

And I walk the endless boundaries of it

Just to know what you can’t ever have

What is light, what shadow

I guess I always wanted the impossible

In time I learned to rest on the fevered pitch

The change was so relentless, no time to get used to it

I had to get so ruthless

To cut right down to the quick

To wake at six AM and go along with all of it

But still I was so sensitive

I could hardly even stand your simple acts of kindness

The gentle pressure of your hand

Glimpsed from the ferry, green swaths of land

Sleeping on the floor, I felt the ocean’s movement