The Visions Of Another's Looking Glass Poem by Robert Rorabeck

May the day lighten over my estrangements and
Prove me in more ways unreal-
May the ocean curl over these abusements and take
Away how I feel-
Lingering in the versions of the green wood
Of an olive tree can only save me
From the sea for so long:
Soon you must come again, and whisper of our
Virtues to me- how we became one
Some afternoons on our days off underneath the
Pleasure liners of those airplanes-
And all those busy people commuting, leaping as if
Over candle flames- We took together in
My bed and made love in the soft visions that had
Come to pass- until you forgot me still,
And looked away using the visions of another’s looking glass.