Beyond The Veil Poem by Robert Rorabeck

All the fish who seem more beautiful in the rain,
Running silently,
Leaping in the shallow rivers, just know that you are
Coming soon,
From the rush of pantheisms they are waking up;
For that is the weather you disappeared in,
With your daughter, and your ship never came up;
The quaint little voyage of tourisms, see what trouble it
Got you into, and now there is no more discovery,
No more quarrelling or worrying over travel expenses;
Now it seems as if the fish that you new are yellow
And despondent, and where they are really going is always
A mystery;
It still hurts to look into most mirrors, and the world is almost
Dead since you disappeared down that seemingly tranquil
Avenue,
Leading your daughter down toward the tourisms that had
Made your rich; but it is easier like this:
I can get up in the morning and go about feeding my gray cats,
And don’t have to worry about hurting the feelings of my
Ferris Wheel gold fish;
Or that I might wake you up, or see you across the shimmering
News, or the other worlds of the canal, since I know that you
Are gone, and your husband has gone on to his other ways.
Don’t think that I don’t keep on trying for you now;
Your river remains so cold, for I take its temperature every day,
But my chicken coop is full, and my dogs are well groomed,
And we lie together listening to the digestions of interstate
Traffic, keeping up with the news, thinking all together with our
Ready senses how empty it all is, the misfortunes of the world,
The re-animations of the disbelieving orchard,
Not understanding how its best muse could pass beyond the veil.