Closing Your Eyes Poem by Robert Rorabeck

When you try to run away from school,
As the alligators yawn
While the princes try to feed it apples, hoping something
Will change-
You get away and find the overgrown paths up to
The clouds- there seems to be some hallway there,
Evaporating-
Leading up to the promises of a three ring circus
With you skin so brown and lying passed out beneath
The Christmas tree
The chimney coming down to you- and at midnight
Your body is golden and so rich that,
Closing your eyes, everything you’ve ever imagined
Is all at once stolen.