from INSIGHT OUT by Ellen Azorin


My cousin Kenny
needs to know
why things work.
I, on the other hand,
am grateful not to know
why my computer crashed
and how to jam a RAM
into the designated slot.
It's not that I'm stupid.
It's that Kenny has a knack,
an instinctive way of
untangling certain problems,
an amazing ability
to locate the core of the cause,
a stubborn streak
that fuels the flame
of his ferocious desire
to conquer the mysteries
of technology.
I watch with wonder
and without a bit of envy.
I know there are things that stymie him
that I can take on without batting an eye.
We are a good team:
He being he.
Me being me.

©Ellen Azorin

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