Wherever We Wishesd Poem by Robert Rorabeck

All the picture books have told you that you
Have been in a triumph of Sabbath schools for so long
That you can’t remember the park where we swung:
With our instruments down our spines, and our dice
In liquor sacks
And the mice running in between the smooth, lucky stones
Of our tracks;
And the world glittered; and the world shone,
And there wasn’t an officer around who could send us home:
And the pine trees spoke to us, and the moon gave us fish,
I asked you to look at me and then we glided in tandem off to
Sleep,
And the waves lapped like mouthy kittens their milk from
The dish,
And the trailers came bringing new homes like seashells where
Diminutive mermaids lived; and they combed their hair
And fit into our pockets;
And we took them along with us wherever we wished.