Professors in their day dream of gloomy weather, <br />And these are excuses for them to read books in the library’s <br />Rookery: <br />And even I like sliding off my bicycle once in awhile <br />To go into the cool of a movie; <br />But my mind has a tendency to dally over you, to slip even <br />Further away: <br />And I put the dolls of you into the playrooms of wherever <br />I am, and I have fun over you: <br />Maybe I haven’t seen you in a decade, but what undying sport <br />You are: <br />Maybe it is that you only kissed my neck, or no part of my body <br />At all: <br />Maybe I just sat next to you during a pep rally before you got <br />Bored of watching me shoot pop rockets <br />Over the student parking lot; but being that I have no pride <br />At all, <br />I still am like a dying humming bird trying his best to imitate <br />The chesty pullulating of a song bird, <br />Going down into a mine where I picture you immortally perfected: <br />And I am up on a brightly lit stage with a harpoon stuck <br />Into my side, but do not chide me: <br />Haven’t you heard, scientists have found life miles beneath the artic <br />Ice, shrimp and palominos, <br />And the greatest bluest operas that I have been defining congratulated <br />By Frankenstein’s monster on his sojourns of ice-fishing: <br />And I have finally come to the surface like a marble cannon booming, <br />Like Ganymede or one of her lovely sisters, <br />I orbit you like a tiny moon, <br />Like a blue marble who is somehow impossibly winning whose imagine ripples unobtrusively <br />In your eyes, and thus I minisculely bellow.<br /><br />Robert Rorabeck<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/like-a-blue-marble/
