mirrors

and they mirror gestures, mimics, words,

the little people, barely reaching up to the knee,

aspiring to become just that tad bit more independent

moment by moment.

and how great it is to negotiate a new time

between them and their dreams, as they grow older,

and my experience of the world

and what we can make of it together.

and if only my generation could pave the way

for more inclusivity, kinship among the tribes, shared visions, if only,

but we, too, inherited complexity and chaos

that are hard to make sense of sometimes.

so in this limbo,

it’s all flowing, ever-changing, moving fast

and participation, really, is the only option.

so I try to show up as best as I can,

hoping others will do the same;

may that suffice

for now.

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