Hitting the Curveball

I am a dismissive person when I wake up.

I have looked at so many decent people,

At lives lived joyously, at beloved traditions

With new eyes, and seen less than nothing,

With a prejudice that's more than hating.

Never knowing what I'll fail to find that way,

I try not to look too closely the first time.

My distance makes human connection like hitting the curveball.

You can do everything right and still miss.