Silent Grotto In The Mind Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Silent jewel now this is loud—
Cloud happening after cloud— immolations
Above a swing-set that never happens nor
Ever has to come down—
Silent grotto in the mind,
As lunch trucks come at lunching time—
Now boy is here,
Just as girl does come,
Two bodies lying in the lying sun—
I supposed I saw you
Opening your eyes at breakfasting time—
They say the swiftest machine can turn in time—
The poetess is dead,
And my muse no longer knows a rhyme.