twinkle

stuck lately on this theme of carrying the joys and hopes and pains and pleasures of our ancestors in our present days, in our DNA...

carrying unfulfilled hopes, carrying dreams, living out dreams, living out the unfulfilled lives of others...

as she walked, she was not just her...she was graceful like her grandma...and stubborn like her dad...or was that just her?...her only...how can you say she is but her and her only? the wry smile, the eye twinkle, the chin dimple, the thoughts about last night's dinner, the wanting to leave this place, the desire to go nowhere, the decisions about future pathes, the regrets about lovers lost...

she cannot possibly be just her...only this body made up of, what is it, 80% water, just this what you can see and only what you can see...

she is so much more---spinning inside is the feather-weight dream of all those who came before...

we are the individual, the collective, the past, the future, the never-will-happen, the did-not-happen, the regret, the joy, the answers, and, most definitely, we are the questions...