He was called Impossible.
Not because he couldn't do things,
but that's all he said when questioned.
He refused other names.
Compulsive - "Impossible."
Delusional - "Impossible."
Psychotic - "Impossible."
Crazy - "Maybe," he said, but only once.
Everyone gave up on him,
teachers, psychiatrists, even his mother.
They left him alone.
One day, a crazy curious woman passed his way.
"Stop!" she commanded.
"Impossible!" said Impossible.
"Why?" she asked.
No one had ever thought of asking this before.
"Because," answered Impossible, pointing his chin
towards the vastness before him
filled with the forms
of oceans, lands, mountains, rivers, animals,
sky, sun, moon, stars, people always the same,
"Oh." she said, "I get you."
She sat beside him.
She too found it impossible
to stop clapping.
happily ever after.
(Submitted to Dverse Poets where we're challenged to write a fantastical tale.)