Just Enough Poem by Robert Rorabeck

I can hear the arcades down the street,
And even the crickets are purring:
Wherever I am jumping cars, wherever there comes
Rainstorms,
The crickets are purring- Crickets you have never heard;
And birds on power lines you’ve
Never seen, because you’ve never lived where I have been,
And I have only lived at night,
And seen so many things you’ve never seen,
But you get the gist and you can tell some fortunes by my scars,
Though you haven’t seen me since the fairgrounds in
Florida,
I imagine that you might believe in at least some of my scars:
And the patrons move in and mill about,
And the pregnant mothers lean far over and it seems as if
They might shoplift,
And you have little plastic cowboys and Indians where you
Live,
And maybe some cats- and a husband who always looks nice,
And a child at his hip;
And it really doesn’t seem awfully fair,
Though the dreams spin around alike, and people bicycle and
Bobsled wherever they are, even if you or I haven’t seen them,
We can ask the very same moon who reigns over all of these
Chain restaurants and colleges,
And make-believe romances, and she will kiss us just the same
With her equal glows, and we can get the gist,
And be pulled by her like two waves trying to fight it out
And that is really all we can ask for,
And it might just be enough.