Doing A Millions Seconds Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Moon, cool and vermillion,
What are you doing a million seconds away
From the heartbeat of a grasshopper,
Of a flickering emotion upon
The hidden side of a cloud—
Even passengers looking outside the porticos
Of airplanes cannot imagine—
The first loves, or the pets we have had—
Words that are above our vocabulary,
Or the fabulous delusions that
Are too busy acting pretty to ever
Get us anything—
I remember the downside of your old
Neighborhood—the chicken shack
And the pizza parlor—
And the flowers I bought you—
Spreading my garden of unobtainable love
Out the spring-time's door—
But my wife sleeps like a rosary in my
Homestead—
And the passions I once kept for you
Have flown to the cathedrals of
Oblivion—
Where I once kept all of my love for you
But nothing more.