Like Flowers Beneath The Sea Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Somnambulant and shut out of doors and
I am still hungry,
Waiting for her truth to return home against
The current—
The cat is waiting for her too, but for different
Reasons,
And the students pretend to read books
I haven't assigned to them—
And all of my scars collect into as kaleidoscope
That they think is best kept indoors:
These are the same spirits that I show to you,
As I read about zombies by the
Light of a living room that has been sold so
Many times—
As I remember his hands building through
The dead homes of the seas corals,
Trying to make something beautiful for you out
Of corpses—but soon you will be home
Anyways—if you learned your way passed
The wolves in the apple orchards—
As I pressed the swings into the empty cathedrals,
Like the fish stamping their lives into the heavens,
Their gills like flowers beneath the sea,
Wondering as they did so if there wasn't any other
Way that they knew to survive.