In My Trembling Fairytale Arms Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Dragonflies and horses;
And everybody counting sheep: you ask me
How the world can be more beautiful,
Alma,
While the ships are sinking into bathtubs,
And I am too drunk to go outside on my bicycle:
And I have eaten too much again,
Underneath the unkindled lights of your birthday
Cake.
And if there was really a stratosphere here
Again,
Alma,
I would pull out the kites that the feral children
Have stolen from me,
And I would teach you how to fly just high
Enough above the poisonous spiders in the
Forever forest so that you would
Never have to fear upon being bitten and thus having
To sleep forever in my trembling
Fairytale arms.