Who They Truly Are Poem by Robert Rorabeck

The herald of the kings mother has gone
Up again,
Like a stork in shallow water; coming out of
The bath,
He sings across the freshly mowed school
Yard:
Where are the busses of students coming
Around,
Where is that cacophonous apiary-
Now the janitors bristle in gossip, and I eat
Lunch with my old teacher:
It rains, but there is no one there to be
Avoided- and there are no ghosts here,
Even those too have wised up and figured out
Who they truly are.