From Our Dreaming Poem by Robert Rorabeck

From Our Dreaming



They both shared likeminded wisdom
From knowing each others’ tells;
But their young boys died from eating unlucky
Snails:
And the rivers flooded, and the natives disappeared
Anyways-
The bromeliads wilted straight over their
Graves
The Mexicans sat around having their lunch- and
Then sleeping,
And over their brown saddles the insects
Measured the instruments of
Their short lived keeping- and there was something
Else in the sky,
But who ever remembered it, I am unsure:
And though I recalled this to you,
Like stone arrowheads pinioned into pine-
Embezzled from a point of reason there is no use in
Explaining-
And when we both awaken from our dreaming,
It will be raining, but I am unsure why.

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