The Entire World Poem by Robert Rorabeck

See your face, a new virgin seen in the snow fields,
Nothing unhealthy- a religious hallucination like landmines
And helicopters;
And your father steps out of the dark waif:
He steps out of the dark waif, and the mermaids of ash weep
For him;
Giant trailers pass like wind chimes- Even they are crying:
Cats are falling from the sky,
From your eyes,
And the tourists are your sweet and innocent acolytes. Maybe they
Put you on the news, but there is now no reason for news:
There can be no speculation, and your husband wakes up
Singing every day, because
Really doesn’t he have a wonderful occupation?
And you are stamped like a wine stain over your neighborhood of
Pentecost:
And conquistadors are driven to you. Gypsies set up shop
And movie stars cut their wrists just to be remembered by you:
The moon in its gibbous theatre is a lamp for you;
And the sky above the mountains is the boudoir of your saint hood;
Down the street little boys are playing pinball,
And you never have to go to school again, but step out and listen
As each snowflake is perfectly unique for you;
And really in all the weather it is yet perfectly clear that the entire
World has fallen for you.