An Old Probable Polar Bear Poem by gordon nosworthy

i crave something
that is not particularly there
an old probable polar bear
once declared
i was sweet
but had no brain
i could spin words
but had no web
she was the spider
she knew a cocoon
when she saw one
since that moment
i have applied that assertion
far too skilfully liberally
almost eagerly
given it too much influence
enough to become a rucksack
i carry while i climb
i have not reached the top
because i never will
the possible remains impossible
i once thought i grow stronger
carrying that burden
that was a falsehood
just as the polar bear
&what she said
were lies