Fields fluctuate
The movement began even before birth
Though we were separate by then
The neural pathways well laid
It’s a design feature to be ready early
Some more than others
First movement
Then memory
Then the long social climb
Lord knows
We are modest in numbers
Compared to some
There are just billions of us now
Low single digits?
Consider arbuscular
Mycorrhizal fungi
The past recedes logarithmically
We are different except when not
The occasional cousin
Distant that they may be
Or not
After all, chances are
There was
Incest now and then
Driving by
What’s shared
In cars and trucks
In the flesh
In the millions
Our inspirations
All delightfully
And Frighteningly
The same