CALL ME BELOVED

We’ve hit the big time, honey.
The life you’ve always dreamed of.
We can’t be fooled – the skies are blue
and I saw those blossom buds on branches –
they never froze out our hope. Watch us now,
on Saturday, how we danced in their kitchen
and Sunday the hail tapped on windowpanes –
I caught you in the mirror, Monday. You’ll make it,
sweetheart, I swear – and on Tuesday, oh –
the way the cat arched her back, clawtips
teasing our luggage, stretching to the sun –
  she’s come back home
  she’s come back home
  she’s come back home