Into The Most Naked Of Cathedrals Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Resentment illustrated eternally—it is a juvenile fear
That comes home alone—latchkeyed, microwaving dinner—
Expecting the estranged fascinations of
Televangelist joy: I saw you out walking out in the courtyard—
Bosomy and with a crown of ivory—you were attracting
Every boy—and the attention of all of the heavens was
Spilling over you like some sort of waterfall irrefutable of
Divine Promise—so in the middle of the day when I had to swim
Home while I was horny and could not express myself by
And more lucid thoughts to you—I enjoyed myself underneath the
Ceiling fan—as thoughts and airplanes spread away like
The nebulas your eyes try to fabricate—as you step out unarmed
Into the most naked of cathedrals and look far, far away.