He’s turned sixteen today, early this morning to be exact
—his great grandfathers, both of them passing before their own
were born—and I now sit and prepare to sit in circle
a first time, with a grandchild sixteen years full into life.
That it will wax and wane, the sense of it, the fullness of it
always remains, and it is of this I wish to tell him,
of the fullness, of receiving and of giving, of reciprocity,
of the flow that sustains.
And that it is the most simple acts, the acts of recognition
of participation as the gift that fulfills, as the gift that speaks
of the character and of the direction
of true human being.
This, my wish, I told him for his living,
the very same I hold for my own
and too for you