To Get Away Poem by Robert Rorabeck

It is not shallow to want a sun:
To bathe right here in one light or another,
Stolen from this side or that
Side of the galaxy:
It is not unwanted to want that terribly
Punctual dénouement:
That I wanted to try out the same and shallow
Estuaries that punctuate the very same
Broadsides as these
Startling and
These starving poets:
But we will start out for a little while in
Our littlest of paper boats,
Studying the newest cultures,
While they shoot some fireworks into the
Sky for my grandfather's birthday—
And underneath our monuments of
Anywhere we will try our say of anything—
And we will get together to say our peace
At the dinner table,
While the jet planes of our birthdays cloud
Up the sky, abandoning their presupposing presents,
As they try to get away.