but we're mistaken

there is some skill, 

some creative

talent in all of us.

it might be music

in your veins.

or science, or planting

seeds,

plowing a field,

harvesting grain.

is your talent

to write a sonnet,

to sing, or 

paint a portrait

of the queen, is it

raising a child,

or dancing to make it

rain. maybe it's the way

you smile

and grieve,

your empathy for others.

your honesty.

sometimes it seems

like there's nothing

there to speak of,

but we're mistaken.