The Silent Tree Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Forgotten by the ixora where the interesting
Lives-
I walked through the canals and the overpasses
Away from my home:
The airplanes coming towards me everyday,
After I am done with another school:
Transfixing me,
I cannot figure out what it is they have to say,
As they shimmer across the housewives’
Pools,
And your children are inside- and they have the
Right of way:
Maybe they are going home again-
Maybe they are touching down fondly in
Another estuary, where they will rest as silently
As Christmas presents underneath the silent tree.