Wisława Szymborska’s poems are not the poetry of big ideas. It is the poetry of minor events, ordinary objects. Under this ordinary everyday life veneer, there’s always an extra layer, a deeper level, lurking in the work of the Nobel Prize winner from Kraków. This time it’s an experience that’s the basis for entering adulthood, because adulthood can be entered at any age, even as a one-year-old. Questions abound in this poem--questions we carry into adulthood. What makes things move and what to do when things seem immovable? Are they really immovable after all, or do we just need to try something different to get things moving in our lives?