by the age of nine you knew everything tra-la
had met two Presidents tra-la could explain pi
memorize Shakespeare soliloquies
or checkmate anyone blind-folded child’s play
violin oboe harpsichord duplicate bridge
so what then was left to do
cut corners fit in marry someone
polish silver slap your children or go back
back to one tra-la then two and so forth
‘til you learn to love all that blooms in the spring
This poem can be found in the volume, Memos.
Think about how the poem made you feel. Do you wish the world better saw your prodigy? Have you considered that even the very brightest among us still live and struggle in the same world we all do?
May you live out another beautiful poem in the collection of your life today, and we’ll see you again tomorrow.