The Campuses Of The Elegant Shade Poem by Robert Rorabeck

The son of another child
In my daydreams up in air: these are the helium balloons
Of your rectitude:
How I have forgotten you, how I have become unstrung
Like a leg of lamb
After the fleece was stolen and reclaimed and all of
The titans in the sky were busily dancing in
Their jubilee for all of their stewardesses:
And this is you, and you are here
While I was just trying to breathe in my
Makebelieve:
Made up in a doll house underneath the ceiling fans
While the skeletons dance and roller skate and
Otherwise fend off their heroes:
The herons fly into the pink and orange crepuscule
Of the neighboring houses
As the cars turn around and around like a mobile
Of marmalade while the insouciance of truants and hobos
Waits out the rains again underneath the overpass:
While tomorrow I will be filling up the trucks as if
With the miracles of spit and the lost truants and
Pilgrims toes up in the middle of England, and I am just
Wondering if you are here while these stones are
Laid floating mercurial according to the hidden architectures
That like to lie down and listen to the student orchestras
While the oranges grow plump and luxuriate upon
The campuses of the elegant shade.