In a Circle

I sit in a circle of fathers of all ages,
my grandfathers and theirs appear above.

This always is.

Bring me your wind-up toy my son and I
will wind it for you over and over and over,
the two of us, until you say, "no, no, no" and
wave "all done!"

The Grandfathers laughing with joy.

My eyes well up. Water from the deepest source,
I tap in, drunk, pulled to the bottom, home, the one
I am afraid of for fear of ending, and I do, I will, for you.

Come to me with your empty cup, I know from where to
fill it, we aren't far.

You bring a little puzzle with three simple pieces. The same one
over and over and over and I'll sit with you and replay
the same movements until it all fits
and you get it how it is,
how the picture was complete all along and we just didn't know it,
until we do.

Then bring it again to me, all apart, acting like we don't know how
to fit it all together when we do,

Do this with me until one day we are the Grandfathers fathers inviting
the Grandmothers
mothers looking from the ether onto our Grand Children's children
winding up
their toys and working on their puzzles.