To Think That They Too Never Think Of Me Poem by Robert Rorabeck

You come upwards like a star of your high school:
You swim and baptize this way
Like a carnival fish, and I have survived so far because I have
Seen you captivated in a saucy dish:
Lavender, eyes so blue- like lapiz lazuli graffiti going down
Into a subway:
Sharon, I think of you this way: I first sate and then starve this
Way
All for you: your child is beautiful, and before she learns a
Word, or how to stand and walk, she has defeated me:
Sharon, your daughter is my crucible:
She has made a simple man indefectible, invincible, immortal:
He will continue on now forever because of your accordance,
But has he ever seen the navel of the Grand Canyon,
Or has he ever played baseball alone with his friends in the
Ashes of sugarcane blowing over Royal Palm Beach;
But he has taken his shirt off and laid across you; and now your
House is blue from holding its breath, because it has so many wishes,
But I shall forever sing for you, entranced by the fata morganas
Cast from your body and far across the lapping bodies of our seas,
While the traffic bleeds beside the canal, weeping the joy of their careless
Lights traveling home: they too are immortal in an imperfect way,
And it helps to think that they too never think of me.