Only The Beauty Lost Above The Trees Poem by Robert Rorabeck

I have been up mountains- Lost in the dark penumbra of my
Post adolescents, unwilling to leave my mother or
Her pretty mythologies, purple snouted,
Ivory horned: I have felt her up these ways, switch backing in
Evergreens, I have gone up with my dogs everyday
To see the angels of high school pumping the chains,
And the smoke in the field that leaves with high noon;
And the ballrooms of used up glaciers; it feels as if her sorrows
Have gone away,
And everything I have left behind; and now there is only the beauty
Lost above the trees that I continue, scrambling, to find.