New Mind
The mind is the body
paying attention to what
it is seeing and doing.
Morning tea, unemployed
was one thing twenty years ago
and another now, two babies.
Yet when the boys pay
attention to what they do
a small rift in time opens
to name
plants and play
tunes. In that rift
the quiet morning streams
by. Work on clothing,
tools and food
gathering and preparation.
The young children practice
holding hands steady
new mind to attend.
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