The Sky Talked Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Bodies slip away until their oceans dance,
And the cars peel away:
Alma- only you are left, and I feel so guilty, but
Tonight you will be sleeping with your husband,
And your children will dream under the lush trees and roofs
Of cherry lane:
You rabbits will dream until they are eaten;
And you move away from me like a comet on a tale spin
Through the chicken wire, like a fox getting ready to be caught
And I was left without any shelter:
You drank my water today, Alma, and I felt as if I was in a desert,
Just as boneless and smooth as the statuaries in the next room;
And I need to find a good Virgin of Gaudelupe,
While the sky is green and the estuaries where the fire trucks are
Parked,
And I walked into the vision of your eyes today, while the earth
Moved,
And the sky talked.