What Else I Have To Say Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Collecting yourself to the shadows of was—
Now I sing songs and dance for just because—
While my pregnant wife sleeps in an
Empty doll house lost at sea—
I dream of you while you dream of me,
And the shadows grow across the continents
That spill over the prairies and down the hills:
Jack and Jill making their make believe love,
Playing doctor and drinking
Orange juice in the shade—
Soon they will be returning home by going
The other way—
As the light vanishes over the homesteads
Beside where the arrowheads are buried—
I haven't forgotten you,
But now I am married—
As my father sells Christmas trees across the
Growing sand—
And the Christians pray to a religion they cannot
Understand—
Made up to remember the loves our unconsciousness
Held so dear—
The bottle rockets shoot across the final year:
The astronauts return home,
This is their space—
If they didn't truly love you,
At least they won the race—
As Disney World fell into the light of the stars—
And you lost your consciousness singing at bars—
The remedy was a cold acumen
They kept using to buy new customers—
As she took off her clothes, her jewelry, and her negligee—
And reclined for nobody,
Because across her bedroom the space was infinite—
She lost herself and she was negligent
But beautiful in a most uncertain way—
Maybe I am done singing—at least
I do not know what else I have left to say.