Excellence
"Everyone is good at something."
Are you sure? Because I have yet
to find what I am good at.
Skills coming easy to others mystify me.
An athlete hits home runs or
makes the winning shot.
I can't even hit the ball
Or catch a pass.
Artists create beautiful images out of
clay or blank pages.
My pot burst in the kiln.
I cannot draw a straight line.
The leaping and singing
performers need not worry
about competition.
No dancing grace in this body, no
sweetness in this voice.
Stunning beauties with perfect hair
and well-planned outfits always get the guy.
Fashion senseless, I cannot braid my hair and
have never had a boyfriend.
I am in awe of carpenters and seamstresses
who build a house or sew the christening dress
for their granddaughter.
Half the time my sewed button comes undone.
No one would want to live in a house I built.
Classmates discuss difficult works as if they
were first-grade primers. Faulkner confuses me
Joyce loses me and Beckett confounds me.
"Everyone is good at something,"
There is something to excel in.
Could it be I excel in not excelling?
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