When to ____ (a stage, a symphony, a circus).

Writer pulling paper out of his typewriter

Oh, it’s a morning,
ain’t it.

A good one. We will make it so.

The difficult part of raising yourself,
alongside littler humans, is the gray
expanse between dependence and full autonomy.

When to step in.
When to not.

When to help.
When to let them figure it out.

When to mediate.
When to walk to away.

When to comfort.
When to challenge.

When to squeeze tight.
When to let go.

When to get someone a peanut butter spoon.
When to let them do it solo.

Life, our life is a playground,
a garden,
a laboratory,
a factory,
a stage,
a symphony,
a circus,

a merry mad mayhem of mindful maniacs.

We are circus.
We are symphony.
We are long.

Under the big top,
we always got room for
one more instrument.

Typewriter poem by Joseph Long

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