In Love With A Turtle Poem by Robert Rorabeck

A window in the shadows looks out into
A chord of wood
And a length of beautiful velvet torn
Off the elbows and womb of
A woman as she escaped down the tree:
Maybe from the serpent:
Maybe a fireman was calling her to come to
The flea market that afternoon
That weekend-
Maybe she had golden hair, and a diamond
Ring on her finger-
Maybe she was in love with a turtle.
She might have even been my mother-
Anyway,
There is still more school tomorrow,
And the mountains continue to grow
So far away.