Sunlight In A Field Of Grass Poem by Robert Rorabeck

I cut a honeydew into today, as the horses ran and played;
And then I stood for awhile beneath a red trailer
As maroon as a luxuriating sea; and then it didn’t have to go
For awhile,
But it went- and the sun sailed its bravery as our last bit of
Money was spent;
And Alma caressed our yards for awhile: she awakened and
Spilled and there was the life of the seashore in her
Eyes:
Small change and anemones in her pocket: and I thought of
Her as I was scarred:
How she has umbilical hernia: of how she cannot swim:
We made love on Friday- months ago, I held her up
And kissed her in the waves:
I cannot believe it: we made love yesterday, but it feels like another
World, as she slips away with the unlucky bottles I have spilled-
A few footsteps: a thousand miles,
As she waits with her children beside the bus stops in the early
Mornings of another school day: while the baseball diamonds rust,
And the ghosts of my adolescents keep catching
Sunlight in a field of grass that is no longer there.