If this is sharing
then I know why they teach it in kindergarten.
Which makes sense, really,
cause we’re just in preschool
you and I.
We still walk wobbly
and the blocks are stacked
slow, one at a time, because our hands
still have a lot of growing up to do.
The tower leans a little,
each new cube making it sway.
We lift our sticky fingers to our mouths,
eyes big,
Isn’t that how it is? Friendship?
Standing side by side,
each adding wooden blocks,
taking turns.
It’s like we’re five again
learning to color together and share
our crayons.