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