It Just So Happens Poem by Robert Rorabeck

The world feels like the static mariposas in strange auction;
And the night sleeps: perhaps it will enjoy the broken chrysalis of
Daylight,
When the love making happens and the song birds become so
Pestilent,
And all the happenstance of lovers have to get up again to also start
Making joy into the world;
And now all the books are filled and the numbers written down,
Everyone accounted for, like they taught you for in school:
Why you had to get up early and count on your fingers and blue toes:
How alma’s eyes can almost come through the very opulence of
Nothing in particular: How she drives a gray Dodge Charger, but
Can hardy afford to pay for her dinner:
And now Alma is very beautiful: She is an open extension cord,
She is a candle lit for mass: She is someone who laid down once for
A conquistador in a garden of Spikenard I know not what for, except
That they were very early disturbed by the macho animals who
Came two by two, beating their chests and singing Haiku;
And I am really uncertain what they did that for, but now I should have
A house that is just a jaunt away from the see; and I see Alma every day,
And it just so happens that she sees me.