My left hand cannot write
But sometimes he tries

He’s been looking at righty
His entire life
Watching ink flow
Watching words fly

It looks so easy
He gives it a try
It feels all clumsy
He stops in shame

They call him a “slow learner”
He thinks just as fast
But with pen in hand
His speed is just not the same

He tried today
Started this poem
But even the spaghetti at dinner
Was easier to decipher

Lefty is selfish
Self-centered
He brings everything to a crawl
We must all wait

* While * he * takes * a * whole * minute *
* To * write * this * one * line *

My brain feels incompetent
Impatient
Incapable of waiting
Uneasy with slow time

Righty is yelling
C’mon get with the program

Lefty observes
Feels the change in pressure
Of fingers on pen
Ink on paper

He has his own pace
Deliberate
Imperfect
Calculated
Judgment-free

My left hand cannot write
But sometimes he tries
He will get better
If I give him the chance

But where is the time
Another poem waits
Another witty line

He’ll have his day
Tomorrow
He’ll be fine

My left hand cannot write
But sometimes he tries

(originally posted on Medium here)