Wondering Who You Are Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Strange goddesses walk
Floridian parks at midnight.
They talk to themselves
In the voice of songbirds.
They don’t know how many
Young men love them,
But they figure it’s a lot….
They glide through the mossy
Grove upon the princely backs
Of quiet alligators who enjoy
The feel of their marble legs
Surrounding them….
They are a sorority in the mists
Of your thoughts
Who stare out from the lichen
And cypress boughs
As the world turns ever slower
Wondering who you are.