Mbala's Song

Thorin N. Tatge

To “At the Gala” by Daniel Ingram


With Mbala!

At the theater!

These many years ago!

They were serving buttered popcorn

To Mbala! (To Mbala!)

He enjoyed it

And he pointed

As we sat and watched the show

And I had a revelation

Right there with Mbala!


(Nothing you have to do, chilling with Mbala!

With Mbala.)


With Mbala

In the theater

There was nothing I could do:

All the actors

And the stagehoofs—

The entire cast and crew

Had a script they had to follow

For me and Mbala!


(So much that we couldn't change was happening before us.

All this fatalism made no difference to Mbala!

To Mbala!)


But Mbala

Had his popcorn

And it gave him some control...

So I sat and ate the popcorn

With Mbala! (With Mbala!)

He was only

A spectator

But he seemed to like that role!

I was lounging back and laughing

That night with Mbala!


(Salty buttered kernels helped us have the best night ever!

Tasty and immediate, all thanks to Mbala!

To Mbala!)


And as we ate our popcorn

I understood the pattern

We ate it fast, we ate it slow;

We crunched in rhythm with the show.

There in a crowd of thousands

Our little puffy diamonds

Gave us our own experience,

Me and Mbala!


(Every pony in the theater had their own sensations!

Each perspective is unique, just like me and Mbala!

And Mbala!)


It was then I realized that one need not be a creator

To appreciate the ins and outs of going to the theater.

You can still live your own life if you are only a spectator.

And this all was

Second nature

To someone like Mbala!


(All this ingrained wisdom in Mbala.

In Mbala!)


With Mbala

All that happens

Can be taken in this way!

All these doers

And achievements

In the world of today

Are just entertaining players

In a giant play!


(Life must be the best play ever!)


Here with Mbala, things are chill

There's no need to exert our will;

Here with Mbala, life goes by

And we watch it unfolding!

Here with Mbala, have a snack—

Just reach into a popcorn sack!

Here with Mbala, all is well.

Here with Mbala, there's no pressure.

Here with Mbala, we have fun

No matter how the world is run

He's white! He's black!

Less tight than slack

So let's kick back!

With Mbala...

With Mbala...

We will have the best night ever!

With Mbala!



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