Careless Though Divine Providence Poem by Robert Rorabeck

I have no more choice but to continue my either or
Torment through the zoetrope of my breath:
There we go flickering beside the people we know so
Little about
Seeming to dance like animals search for truth:
The parade comes in over the waves into which the
Amphibic airplanes are touching down gentle enough to
Kiss but not unsettle the water moccasins
Who live in the stone rainbows underneath the places
Where I still try to breathe:
Alma cannot love me, but she is all that I see,
As we wake up together a stone’s throw away; her in the
Happenstance of her husband’s arms,
And I alone in the pitilessness of careless though divine
Providence.