There was nothing under the airplane, <br />But the sun: <br />The sun was female and seemed to be <br />In a wave of sky- <br />Where was she going, underneath stewardesses, <br />Paper airplanes trying to be <br />Consumed by her like kindergarteners <br />In midday baptisms- <br />There was nothing extraordinary about her <br />Otherwise: <br />She floated there in a steady curse, while <br />The spiders buried their mothers <br />And we said the pledge of allegiance <br />While standing, even though wounded, <br />In the classrooms where we didn’t belong.<br /><br />Robert Rorabeck<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/even-though-wounded/
