And He Was The Playground Poem by Robert Rorabeck

And they had another shower
While they pretended at loving—
And the sea came in
Spinning and spinning
Just like the wheels of the helicopters did:
And she could never—never
Love anybody else but she loved him:
Coming to him on
Sunday mornings—
Well, the sun pretended to cough as it got up
And made ready for another day at
The school yard:
In fact he made the whole place get up
Until there was never enough rum for
The last man
But he said his prayers anyways
And got up
And up
And showered naked in the sunlight,
Because he was the sunlight anyways:
And he was the playground
And it felt good.