Forever Across The Sea Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Child, you are lost and you don't
Wish for me to find you—climbing up through the
Strange spinsters of the night—
Looking for apples in the arboreal bosom—
The stars chickenpox but dancing
Beautifully—your memories on a bus to school,
The alligators in the canal,
And your parents in bed together while the moonlight
Is dancing in the pool like a toy sea—
I left fireworks in a bag underneath the night blooming
Jasmine
That you will never find—
And you know, there are so many airplanes climbing
In the sky and leaping forever across the sea.