For The One Who Really Does Poem by Robert Rorabeck

When the night gets busied,
How the airplanes sky, stretching like the velvet
Canopies of hummingbirds across
The classroom's constellations,
Gliding while all other thoughts are forgot—
Thoughts of Armageddon and creation,
Of how we really got here,
Like toads into carports,
Like little girls into fairytales—
While this poem spins around in the
Delusions that do not have to exist for anyone
Except for the one who really does.