Imperfect repetitions- how I throw my body again <br />And again, Like the <br />Sudden but happy fish coming out of the river to steal a <br />Bolt of sun, <br />To watch the horse and her children run: <br />And before that there was high school then, all the children entering <br />And exiting there: <br />I don’t care- This is my song running out barefooted out into the <br />Grasses of the front yard, <br />No matter how small that front yard has to be: <br />It must always stop and look breathlessly at the traffic swaying there: <br />Back and forth, like curtains, like lungs: <br />And the funny things we’ve had to say, we’ve had said to us: <br />And this is America, <br />So take the bus: <br />And Alma had to get on home again today, her body moving through <br />The boleros of the jungle and the sea: <br />Her body that was pressed so close against the cash register, <br />And so close again to me this wonderful day, <br />That I could almost see the birth places in her eyes, and the needs of <br />Her children: <br />Oh Alma, Alma: you are a mirror, and this is my mirror trying to fit <br />For you, <br />As the waves march in the weddings of the sea.<br /><br />Robert Rorabeck<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-the-weddings-of-the-sea/
