Jacinda won five spelling bees between the ages of eight and 12.
At her parent’s home, guests marvelled at the trophies, symbols of her ingenious skill and their familial sacrifice.
Each cash prize went straight into a savings account for her college fund.
Every evening, table lamp illuminated, more words.
At university, even with assiduous study, Jacinda’s grades slipped quickly.
No one had told her success is a social institution.
Guidance counsellors bewildered themselves with what to advise.
They had never met such a recluse.
Alone, as always, she flipped open her dictionary, her eudaemonic space.
She found it: Peace.