Going home again to remember
That some roads lead into the forest, and not
All airplanes make it
To their destination- and the parks sometimes
Turn into salt mines:
And I know you cannot leave him, but I have loved
You the way a stubborn bumblebee will
Sometimes love only one flower,
Even though he’s gotten all off her that he
Can:
And now lies drunkenly besides some wishing well
In a mall of wherever,
Having cast his wishes into the shallows that will
Never return,
Nor even give a reflection of an echo:
And that is how I will starve for you- each Christmas
Underneath the stewardesses in any of my
Houses- as you go home to him
And you children, and the sunlight burns
Into the earth until you cry.
Robert Rorabeck
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/into-the-earth-until-you-cry/
