I spend the dregs of the weekend sharing my car with chatty first-years
who banter and babble and love what they dabble
their tender and tumultuous toes in,
and I think perhaps I have found a forum
in which giving advice need not necessitate
the resurgence of ‘mama’ and ‘auntie’
and I am reminded that sharing is a thing, a thing that is good,
and that the give-and-take can be as natural as the ebb and flow of the waves that dictate and embody and embolden the rest of my life.