When presented with evidence
of an apparently effortless genius
at your chosen expertise
often you see it and fall
to your figurative knees
with what is either scream
or prayer caught
in your throat

Though you know in fact
there’s hard work behind it
you can’t see it and 
you unworthy fall to 
a state of worship and
envy

Pyramids for tens of centuries
have done this to us too
We argue about what it took
Some talk of magic or space
Others of physics and slaves
In truth we only ever
think we understand
and any view of them at all
raises mostly awe we can’t contain

Coming across a talent you can’t fathom
(as if you’d come across a pyramid
balanced on its broken tip) leads you
to supplicate and call at least within
from anger or envy upon
Deity, Nature
or Nurture
Magic
or Muse
a plea as to 
why it was not 
why it is not 
why not
you