I am not good at big things
I do not sing like the birds outside my window
I do not paint like the spirit of Picasso is guiding my hand
I do not love like romance novels
I do not shine as the sun does
I am not as resident as the moon
Or as steadfast as an oak tree

I am good at small things
I am good at being alone
I am good at thinking and at wishing
I am good at smiling
I am good at making breakfast
and humming small tunes

I am glad not to be good at everything
I do not pretend like I can encompass
the qualities of the world around me
To have a piece of the immense world around me
Is a small enough wonder for me