In The Clouds Of The Sky Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Now what a daydream:
Now what a daydream in the world for a while—
Another chance through the forests—
Pistils of love
In a roller-rink for the apiary—
Smoking Ferris wheels become a metamorphosis through
The heavens,
Until it all takes an absolute while to cool and
Distillate:
$5 dollars of romance to watch her surrender to those
Flags:
Taking off in the middle of the day,
Forgetting to reimburse ourselves through the courtyards
Of our school-time daydreams—
Until she had her own children, hatched from underneath of
The webs of a crocodile,
And they were counting the dew drops of the minutes
For class to end—
And they were all getting up together and swearing to
Themselves:
So many words to remember, but only so many
Passages upon their ways home—
Like airplanes stuck in the clouds of the sky—