Passion

I do not do very many things well.
My mother has music.
My sister has art.
My brother has science.
I do not have a passion.
I read and I observe, but that is about all.
I collect reflections, memories, sentences, sounds;
Syllables and instances,
Nuances and quirks;
Stances, stories, chances, worries;
I collect these things
Though they are not mine.
They are someone else's.
I only look after them
And wait
for my own passion.