Hearts of lucky entrepreneurs dispersed into homes, <br />Like waves into carports, <br />Sea horses into foam; <br />And airplanes with their stewardesses into their vast bays of sky: <br />And it was all that you could do to hope, <br />As over the turkey the relatives said goodbye; <br />Or when it was raining and you hadn’t a home, you saw through <br />The windows, the relatives who could’ve been yours; <br />And the English wasn’t very proper; <br />And it was out of luck, out of doors; but it was underneath the haloes of <br />The largest cross in all of North America; <br />And the mountains rolled and aid their own names to themselves; <br />And it was really going somewhere: <br />And it was making love, maybe all the way underneath the rattlesnakes, <br />To when you were a child <br />And your beliefs roamed the playgrounds like real men <br />With swords, <br />Feral, heroic, wild; <br />And your soul, your Alma, was a vagrancy- but you could watch it <br />Satchel the goldness over the corridors of your preschool <br />And you knew for awhile that your pets couldn’t die; <br />And even the goldfish was immortal, like a coin in your pocket, <br />Like a star in the sky.<br /><br />Robert Rorabeck<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/like-a-star-in-the-sky/
