Of A Wider World Poem by Robert Rorabeck

A field obtrudes onto dusk as my dog sleeps
Between my legs—So very soon I will be taking an airplane
Again,
So far away from the streets where your echoes sting—
And the pessimistic rains put upon them their passion's play:
And I went to work in the middle of the week
And had to speak to my students with tongue and cheek—
All around us, the unsparing light of another day's folly:
Through the chaos of burning waterfalls,
Maybe a sparrow sings—
And children make love like satellites enjoying themselves in
The merry-go-rounds of a wider world.