The Necessary Reasons To Yet Survive Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Now I am all down by a skull
And my wishes are as little as little girls:
As they go by the homeopathy of their dollhouses of
Grottos,
So humbly and wishing for nothing more than
Their mothers’ happiness: while we have to make it through
Again all of these lightning storms and these
Civil wars,
The architectures of landscaping hyperventilating atop the
Grasses,
The roller coasters coming down and caracoling against
The voyeuristic glasses,
And the way her body sings; it is almost in my dreams-
I am almost waking up against her body like an angel picnicking
In the higher passes I have almost died to have seen:
But I have seen then and survived,
Like an outlaw making love to the occupations of the daylight:
And I have done this,
As I have loved a Mexican girl named Alma who swears that
This is not her country, even though it is just as much as
It is mine;
And she cannot swim, but she swims in my eyes; and in my dreams:
She defeats me by the cannibalisms of her own eyes,
But as long as her heart beats in the libraries hoping underneath the
Unending futility of the overpasses;
As the orchards still overspill with her favorite colors,
And her children go to school right before my eyes:
Then I will always remember to bring new bouquets for her:
Because Alma gives me the necessary reasons to yet survive.