Delighting In Every Airplane Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Dancing in the cathedrals breached from
The mayhems—
And then their grandfathers died beneath
The mountains that themselves
Died underneath the airplanes—
And I have forgotten all of my time in
Limbo in Arizona, but the scars upon my cheeks
Are still upon me,
And I have grey hair—and now I have been
Teaching for one or two years in the very
Same school I used to lament about—
As I beckoned, open wristed,
For the humming birds to come in and sit about
The fields of my classrooms,
So they came, just as all of
The children were closing their eyes—
So they came,
And cursed and chatted about—
Just as I imagine all of the stewardesses were
Doing just about the some—
All them above me, and above the earth,
All of them bathing and delighting in
Every airplane.