I groped her body like a blind gardener; <br />And she was yet too taught to have any children or <br />To have drunken much liquor, <br />So I imagine that tomorrow she will be shopping, <br />A pretty flower right next to the fine and opulent <br />Shore; and it can go on forever <br />That one body next to the fine and opulent shore, <br />While the trees are all bent and leeward: <br />So that the children of innocent young mothers can <br />Play and lean upon them, <br />And even yet exercise their animals upon them <br />With periods of alligators through the mowed grass <br />And airplanes in the sky; <br />And if you were to search out there tomorrow you <br />Would find me out there almost nude in the pale green <br />Underlaying of that almost infinite sky; <br />And we could make love together while the motors <br />Didn’t question us with their cylinders or barbs; <br />And the greater emperors or grandmothers wouldn’t have <br />To reawaken from their graves to question us <br />About which one of us was in charge.<br /><br />Robert Rorabeck<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/which-one-of-us-was-in-charge/
