To The Lips Of The Heart Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Various ways of impressing the
Earth
Includes your breath on my
Shoulders
And I don't have to be here
Right now-
But I came even through this
Weather-
As rains fall in your abscence,
Fall through the roof-
And I am getting too old for daycare-
Even if your children are not
Home yet-
Because you dont have to go to
Work-
You dont even have to
Wear shoes,
Though you are in pain-
And I am on the other side
Of all things,
Of horses entwined in
Deadfall-
Where there is not even
Whisper of metamorphosis-
And names mean nothing
To the lips of the heart.