East Of East Poem by Robert Rorabeck

You can hold up a Christmas tree almost with your
Eyes and I am near then I can defeat the caterpillars
And the bees making dresses in the yellow coral,
And the snakes will moan the fire signals
In the reef where the pieces of heart will find us and make us
Stronger,
And the airplanes will go far off and so comfortably,
Bearing all of the signals of the modern age: the beautiful carriages
Where women serve man and beast,
And your eyes converse with the windows opening far away
In a bed of lovers east of east.