The List

My fingers peck at the keys

Much slower than the rush of ideas falling from my head

Why didn’t I learn to type better?

I will put it on the list

The list of things I don’t do very well

Which grows longer and louder each day

Mocking me.

I had something better to say

But I’ve forgotten it while I thought about the list

The list is smiling in that knowing way

Enjoying that my ideas have flown

Who gave the list a voice inside my head?

 “Was it me?  Did I do that?” I ask the list.

The list just smiles and says, “Tennis!”

I add tennis to the list.