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