dinner is served

The bell sounds from the porch, mama’s voice, a high-pitched coo.. “Din-ner!

Dinner is ser-rved! Little one,

I’m calling to yo-ouu!”

At first you resist

her offer, persisting

“But ma, it’s still light!” You’re a kid, soaking up every sun-spin,

each moment refusing to rest til night.

But, listen

my hard-working, stubborn young queen do not disregard your need to be fed! time to rest

time to play

time

even

to

fall you can trust, for cats land

on their feet

So surrender to sunsets and cloud-cover days, learn to dance in the mystery, alone... and when you hear the call

from the mother of us all, show up hungry and feast!

You are home.