Unskilled

I am unskilled at the small labors of fingers and hands, baffled by the miasma of angles , planes and wooden geometry. The mind perceives the perfect form but I cannot change image into concrete reality. Nails bend obtuse, knots do not catch and slip correctly. Prisms of nerve networks retract, distort. I am unskilled at the flow of ordinary words: a novice at those baffling shallow conversations.