Niles, the French kid from the boy’s home

for juvenile felons

who could pick any lock in the school,

had it


Jeanette, A+ student in the last row of geometry class,

who dashed off parallelograms on one page,

caricatures of her teachers on the next,

had it


So did Jackson, the magician

of the basketball team,

who could make a ball

do anything he asked


No amount of studying, practicing,

bribing or begging can catch it,


and for those briefly touched

who crave it more than love,

not having felt it full is

the greatest heartbreak of the soul