out in right field

i was always out in right field
cringing in fear of a ball coming my way -
it would no doubt miss my poorly placed mitt
and i'd run clumsily after the ball
as the hitter casually ran the bases
so many years ago
how I've never forgotten being
the outsider, the last picked, the
slowest, the brain, not the brawn,
the one who always shows up
40 years later to dance capoeira,
I'm showing up, I'm showing up
so many never do.