Gifted, they say,

when some innate interests

shine through the mundane.

 

Gifted, they ought to say,

is the one who basks in the nuance

of a detailed existence.

 

You could gift me the world,

and I would wonder at all its secrets yet unearthed.

 

Try gifting me the moon,

and I will marvel at its shine as it moves in the sky.

 

But gift me the vision,

to see inside myself,

and the depth to feel fully in others –

and I am forever in your debt.