My First Days w/Occupy

I saw from the street corners of Downtown Olympia a movement flowing through this shatty town.  It wasn't for a few days that it drew me in.  I realized that there were street kids in the mix.  Me, being an aged one from 1994.  I was drawn to hanging out, or at least trying to.  Although I may have had too many grand ideas and too little words, I started talking.  Opening a hand to help as it were.  I came and went.  I played and spoke.  But it wasn't till I walked away in anger that I realized I still don't know enough about what they stand for to say yes or no to their whole idea.