So Beautiful To Be Poem by Robert Rorabeck

I really had a hard time leaving school
The mountains were so long and water colored,
And I could never be a lawyer,
Crawling up their jaws and lay spit:
But thank god for the depression and the depressions that are
All to come,
Because it has given to me the greater girth of fertility unto
Which to lay my seed:
And maybe I will never be immortal, or beautiful;
Maybe I will never even be,
And the sun goes up and the world turns round,
And the performers crawl up to perform in their solitude
But better lit above the ground;
And I have waited so long to sing to you all of my praises,
To wake for you and shoo off the rattlesnakes through the daises:
And I still wish I had been down with you to the bottom of
The grand canyon three times with you,
Alma, because that is how many times I have been down for me;
And the clouds curl,
And the bodies proceed, except for you Alma:
You are always here, and my liquor is almost done:
The lateness of my work is almost done, and I live in a beautiful house:
It is your house now, Alma, and soon I will leave it to sell
Fireworks alone again in New Mexico,
And I wish that you were coming with me:
Alma, come with me,
And we will leap over the graveyards together, and we will paint
Our names together under the harelips in the overpasses of rainstorms;
And it will be so beautiful to be.