I’m empty-handed & full
plate-cleared & almost satiated.
I stare—open-mouthed—at babies & mamas
while nodding at the woman with the teary-eyed teen.
My amazement never ends,
my how-did-I-get-here verbalized,
my seething annoyance at too-much-science homework
handed down—generation by generation.
I want more-more-more!
just like my baby who tore pieces from me:
which I no longer want back.
I open up my palms—wide & say to the universe:
-Nancy Schatz Alton, 4.23.2018