Earth Bound
What a commotion of feet, fists
And elbows you're making in there.
How you treat mother's inside
Like the fun of the fair!
Eager to try all the stalls,
You scamper from tent to tent.
Most you want your turn on the chute's
Spiralling head-first-descent.
Patience, little one, not long now
Till you reach the top of the slide
And take a deep breath and let go.
Have a good ride.
Down here bands are playing
And elders with banners and key
Are gathering to greet you.
The young-looking tall one is me.