Stupid

When I watch my children I feel stupid.
Not stupid like I don't know things;
Not stupid like I make foolish mistakes.
Stupid 'cause my brain is divided among many tasks.

Watching each child with one eye,
Deciding when to intervene,
When to let them learn by mistake.
My friends ask me questions and I can not follow.

After I lift weights I feel stupid.
I can bench press however-many pounds,
But I can't think complexly.
Testosterone as my master says "strong" not "smart".
Oddly, it is not an unpleasant feeling.

When I teach I am a ditz,
Watching each student
For the glamour of understanding
Or the glaze of confusion.

I drop my chalk.
I flap my arms to explain.
I turn quickly to return to the board.
And hit the desk full on.