whisperthatruns:

“I look across the table and think
(fiery with love)
Ask me, go on, ask me
to do something impossible,
something freakishly useless,
something unimaginable and inimitable Like making a finger break into blossom
or walking for half an hour in twenty minutes
or remembering tomorrow. I will you to ask it,
But all you say is
Will you give me a cigarette?
And I smile and,
returning to the marvelous world
of possibility
I give you one
with a hand that trembles
with a human trembling.”

— Norman MacCaig, “Incident”