Dreams Of Ferris Wheels Poem by Robert Rorabeck

I have had dreams of Ferris wheels:
Oh, don’t you know- I have, swimming through the slow
And deepest seas of Guatemala;
And I have seen your silhouette in the fruit market,
And I have called you like a bird or butterfly home to me,
Alma:
Because your body swings so bright and brown through the constancies
Of the day,
That I should not be so proud to not answer and obey:
I have been all across this country:
I have been up and down, and barefoot on railroads:
I have been around, but you have been so deep and so young,
And the rainstorms came to entertain your young:
Your children who are so bright and brown, they are citizens of this
Country that you in your adolescence found:
And I love you: and I love you, Alma- and that is no lie:
And if you do not love me, then I will go off somewhere to die.