For Her Day At School Poem by Robert Rorabeck

I want you to remember my classroom with great joy
Even as the frogs go singing across the rebar
And your mother is falling down, stung by the open
Extension cord after doing the laundry—
She is like an acrobat practicing her Pieta—
And the world is conjoined around her into
Siamese twins—the night becomes the hemisphere
And leaps across the canal—
Where inside something is waiting for metamorphosis
Forever and it comes and comes—
Minnows pressed against the shallows like bathtubs of
Submarines—and other pretty images all awakening alike
To get a look at her as the sun rises—and she draws
Herself from her bath like an angel beginning to practice
For her day at school.