skipping stones

from hatching 

I saw your pensive look

mother and father

do right, do well

dutiful to duty

in worlds uniform 

and I 

fearful too

scampering around the

hub of life, an outsider

wearing thin the turning wheel

then, a rotation, a reattachment 

of relating, understanding 

your plight – life’s fight

I see it, see you

may I package, swaddle you

in loving

Understanding