Knowing How To Swim Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Higher up in the shadows that can hold no tears,
Swimming with the animals
Who have fled likeminded fires;
And ended up in this birth of sanctuary,
Now coyly fawning with different
Species,
And zephyrs- like a hidden spring people go to
After they die,
Or after their wife leaves them- to be kindled while
Standing in one place,
Or waving like the slenderest grass in the shallowest
Sea, so that the sun
Can touch them and paint down their sides,
Like reasonless teardrops from angels who enjoy
Knowing how to swim.