To Ever Come Hiking Down Again Poem by Robert Rorabeck

By words I fold up my wings and tiptoe on the drinking
Fountain of a naked flower:
She has everything that you have, up in the basins as if you’d
Had some idea of this particular species growing in the tuff
Islands between the broiling streams which
Leap just like chorus lines coming down above tree line;
And I suppose I know that you have seen these things,
Because I would hate to know that you have been just like a tourist
In this nose-bleeding heaven;
And maybe you have taken your ski-lift up the naked back of
Telluride,
Or tobogganed into the water parks in Ouray- but I hope that you
Have also swung your body up into them, enjoying the healthy
Sororities of lean and beauteous aspen who reflect your aspects
Back to you, Sharon- as if this nature was a mirror
Held up to you by our earth, your man- For I have seen you there,
And though my body fell back down again, like a coral stone from
The sea of stars, my soul is still there,
Hanging in the titular glee of your sparkling seraphim with no desire
To ever come hiking down again.