Like Us So Many Dreams Poem by Robert Rorabeck

What moves without more reflection than this,
And I am standing in a terminal watching the hallucinations
Fleet:
They go like soft sailors tickling the skyways, and beautiful
Women who ride in the bellies of pure daydreams,
Serving their sharp suited men:
Maybe they even divide like rivers once they get high enough,
And my words on my tongue have to lay off and float down
Weeping,
Still crooning for their soft underbellies, their various gems
And birthstones:
So like a feather with a heavy grain we return to the greenness
Beside the canal, beside the busy road;
And we take catnaps while beautiful girls have their birthdays
In amidst great fanfare; and we would like to just hold their
Hand but once,
To say their name and smile at their daughters, and forget how
Even then the fires should grow over the paper earth,
Each tremendous tendril engulfing entire sororities of paper dolls
Who had so much ambition and like us so many dreams.