we were taught in show and tell to show and tell things we kept close to heart, take pride even in muddy stuffed animals and seashells. and they listened– we all did, with the earnestness of youth. in our young impatience, we were the most patient, the most kind.
we’re still kids stumbling around in this thing we call living. still getting used to walking and baby talk. sound out words, repeat them until unfamiliar becomes familiar then back again. some words taste a little sweeter. those names that land on tongue like the briefness of a snowflake and those names that we try to sear the taste off our pink.
we find it harder and harder to wake up happily to the bird song and soft sunlight as we did when we were younger. some days it’s hard to move under the weight. we used to fall off the bed all the time back then, finally stopped, now we’re back all over again trying not to fall into uncertainty, into sadness. yet we continue on.
because we know that there were once good days before the heaviest of times, during the heaviest, after the heaviest.
I still do believe in that earnestness of those days. because we’re still little kids, navigating around the world. wind-up of toy car for car keys, nursery rhymes for resumes, show and tell…?
is really still show and tell.
just as we still fall off the bed some days, just as we still trip over words,
we are all still a little confused
tired 2 am words that hav no structure whatsoever but here r some words from an oversized toddler of a college student