Poem Seven! Poem by Robert Rorabeck

While you already know that I am
Saving my soul for the heart of a poem,
Dancing and leaping and
Trying my luck spread forever within
And hour of
The happenstance of high schools and
Trucks stops,
While there seems to be a luminosity
Of anywhere—
And then right here,
While dying and blooming and seeming
To be the medium of
The truck stop while we cannot get
And end to this just supposing equipoise -
And then, there it was,
Another word I could not understand—
Just while daylight and moonlight
Fell across the shoulder blades of airplanes
Equally in equipoise and there
Became another name for another name of
These same angels in equipoise—
And even I don't know if these just same angels
Can save us from anywhere or even if
I don't suppose—in Vietnam,
There will still be a child born,
Out of wedlock and in the shadows,
And he won't even account for mine:
But it will be so fine—laughing
And even laughing at all of the angels
As they doze.