Just Another Wave In The Untimely Sea Poem by Robert Rorabeck

That sad place in the bones can’t help itself,
It makes fun of all of the little boys,
Those things like butterflies going in and out of
The schoolyard,
Performing some sort of metamorphosis
No one in the world understand
Underneath the grandness of the sun
While girls they once thought they loved
Happily escape them—
And the escarpments that are too far
Away for their eyes to see
At first blister and then catch a blaze—
On new years eve I travelled down with my
Wife and her friends to the keys—
And where were you—the funny thing is
I never even thought of you—
You were just another wave in the untimely sea.