for the dreamer
who is carrying an idea
that everyone politely doubts.
Who has learned to mention it lightly,
in the voice people use for weather,
so that nobody worries.
Who checks on it anyway, last thing,
the way you check a candle
left burning in another room.
Nobody sent you this. It was written
before you arrived, and left here
the way letters get left
in coat pockets and library books,
because some things are easier to say
to a stranger who is not quite a stranger.
so, plainly
The polite doubt of kind people
is not evidence. It is weather.
Ideas do not die of weather.
They die of being set down.
Do not set it down.
If it has a name, even a working one,
it can rest on this line.
It stays on this device only. No one else
will ever read it, including whoever built this page.
That is all. Begin badly if you have to.
Begin anyway.
you know who you are
P.S. You are still reading. Most people give a page like this a few seconds. You stayed past the reasonable point, which, for what it is worth, is the entire method.