Fathomless Poem by Robert Rorabeck

A deer in the cauldrons altogether:
Looking up, fathomless to the fathoms—
And stars and stars
Of places filled with ghosts—
Submarines lying in the trenches of the sea
And on Mars, Mars:
Two dogs leaping are her moons—
And in these streets at night,
The antithesis to Arizona’s limbo—
And the things I saw today,
Riding on a bus, the caesuras of my wife’s
Legs, and the laziness of being alive
Brings us back to familiar places:
The dow in the meadow,
Eating grasses,
Chances upwards to see the ghost
As the moon, the thief,
Bends down to drink the sea.