Pass the baby around
Take turns rocking and lullabying
Give a break to the new mother
Just a small but subtle kindness
Women do for each other.
Open the hood of a car
Men wander out of their homes
Shuffling to the tune of the Pied Piper of motor oil
Staring at the engine
Offering their advice as if to a brother
The male version of kindness to each other.
Children can be disturbingly mean
Yet if one is crying, an innate understanding surfaces
A desire to aid their fellow toddler
Who screams as if about to smother
As their compassion resonates from one to another.
Dogs who dislike each other
Will temporarily forgive and huddle around the loner
The one cowering from lightning or fire crackers
As they remember the pack rule
Of sister and brother.
Are we tribal sociopaths? Or are we capable of
Love and compassion for each other?
The pack is the clue, whether human or not
Revealing a generosity of spirit
That we joyfully rediscover.
© 2014 ViataMaja, Poezija