What Happens Poem by Robert Rorabeck

This is what happens walking towards the ends
Of those lost paths:
This is in the strange shadows of sharks and the other
Aquatic wildlife
Of the strange shadows of
The displays of again another high school
According to its elements:
This is what happens when you get off track—
And drink too much,
And cannot come home,
But look beautiful with a husband you love
Who is too big for you—
And when you never think of cemeteries
In those coldest of shelves of whatever their estuaries—
And, Oh my god,
I do not have any muses left—
As my first born son changes to his mothers
Last and second breasts—this is how it happens—
This is how it happens, after the sun has already gone down,
And the horny toads have already left town—
This is how it happens with the sun luxuriating into
The decrepit parapets—
Sunlight and moonbeams and anywhere but so far away
From here—