Totem   The young man says, “Alan can do anything he wants”   “Not fly,” I say   The young man returns a puzzled look   *   Alan has already crushed the milk carton with his heel   *   In a quiet garden, far from here and in a world built with sentences from a good book, Alan has left the runway and grazed a pantleg on the garden wall R L Swihart   Completely Possible The migration continues. Continuous. Sporadic. With mathematical complexity, wind over sand   *   Ropes rubbing on leather backs. Pulling on various…