Clarity (Nov.9th,1989) Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Let me be clear:
The sun before it goes down
Has no home.
There are still people inside
The earth
Who have never held the night
Sky-
Around the corner,
In blue lamplight,
She dresses and serves
Strange men her eyes
(Their atmospheres merge 9 to 5) -
Inside a room, talking,
She is more lovely than the sea
Breathing;
I want to take her shift Sunday,
So she can go to church
And pray for me,
But she cannot say cleary
That she loves me nor does
She remember how her lips felt
Press into me,
But I see her with perfect
Clarity....
Like the sun in his bright house As the world lays sleeping....