Just Because Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Oh now all of these flags:
Snapping sticks and burning bridges:
You have two daughters, and you have two sons:
And I am not moving any nearer to you:
And maybe I am not moving away, but they are all still rippling,
Banishing like luckless stones who so finally wonder
Into the depths of the bay:
Where the Indians baptize, and where they all get along their
Way: and they have been at wondering- they wonder for
So long,
For a little while; and they have cleft lips, but they are so beautiful,
Gradually turning so slowly around,
Like a Christmas tree on display, under the water, or whistling
Like a car on the show room:
And then they douse, and in penumbras for whatever
They make love: and they have been ululating, or praying, and maybe
And just because that I go this way, I wont have to know her anymore-
While all the rests of the stations puzzle- until they figure out
And hand over themselves to the authorities- while the jet planes
Whistle and make the noisy business to whatever clouds that tried
To cover up whatever there was- just because.