Toddlers and New Yorkers, not always so different.
How so?
Both stomp about their worlds in a big hurry.
Toddlers run after each other
Away from you
Into danger
With a gusto
Like a commuter trying to cram on before the train doors shut.

The busy and stomping steamroll over toes, bruise feelings
No intentionality.
Just living their big world.

But sometimes one falls down.
Another will go over and pat them on the head
Or on the back
Offer a hug
You think,
Gosh, they are human after all.