My Word Poem by Robert Rorabeck

I am trying to weave a
Finely glowing net for you,
To catch you as you swim by
As you stare up from the
Milky waters your emerald
Looks giving me the evil eye,
But I will drag you up
And let you breathe….
I will teach you how to speak
And I will set you free,
Because there is almost no
More time for us,
Gas and travel are
Getting so expensive
And running alone is
No good for you….
So, here I am searching
In my little boat,
As icebergs groan and creak
All in these waters
Like drowning gods frozen
By the infinite space….
I have brought a bushel
Full of red delicious apples
That I will use to chum
The waters,
To make you want to kiss.
Then I will pull you
Up and show you a new world,
I will teach you how to walk,
And the first word out of your
Lips, as they taste the new day’s
Fine young oxygen,
Will be mine….