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