To The Echoes Of Her Silence Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Angels dance over the day—hurricanes turned
As the housewives hurry home:
My Mexican uncle is expecting twins—my
Classroom laughs
And echoes in its laughter—as kidnappers
Disappear—
As I consider his niece—I haven't been
Alive so long
And yet I loved her so many times underneath
The feet of rattlesnakes,
Even though I was only like a movie theatre
For her,
When she became lost in the mountains
Above tree line—
As the sun danced over Satan and lost itself
Eaten into its own shadows—
Now I am married to another girl on the other side
Of the earth—
And it means I can no longer give this once
Muse Christmas trees and fireworks,
And I cannot remember her as she lives—
Up in the orange groves and hoof prints—chanting
To the echoes of her silence,
Listening to herself because she is too afraid to
Be alone.