Salthy Unabashed Surcease Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Unifications of shadow less darkness-there you are
Going,
With the traffic on your hip,
And pretty birds that I shouldn’t see to describe like
Plastic barrets in your hair;
And I do this as I am coming down,
Growing younger and more unapologetic:
Doing this tragically dusty art
Like a swiftly exhausting runner,
While I have held conversations with you in my truck
Alone,
And I have switched sides, but the sea has always held
Its indescribable meaning: She breaths just
Across the way into her-
I’d like to escape into her now and ride her trains-
And you are the sea, even if you didn’t know it,
Waking up in your sugary darkness,
Entrained like a flower of scent to its narcoleptic
Mouthed honeybees;
And these are the things I say falling asleep to
Your gardens, because it feels quite wonderful to be
Devoured,
Like wounds being unsealed and read without light,
Like the acanthine tiger lapping away its meat- the tide’s
Salty unabashed surcease.