For Awhile Of Nothing Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Often in clothes as vague as my soul,
I step out enthralled in the traffics as brilliant
As Christmas:
The mothers and their daughters are living large,
Fawning, and making quick work out of
Their meals:
I am captivated with this as much as I am with
Vampires,
But it all seems to be a trick of the old woods:
Going further in and slumbering with the carcasses
Of overturned circus and the animals
Who can only breathe in the moonlight which
Gives them a path to follow the terrapins out again
And into the backyards of high school
Where we took days off and made love to her while
Her husband, returned from Mexico,
Was on the job of digging pools as thick as diamonds
For the peers we use to know, and jeer with as
The fireworks resonated with pinfire constellations
For a while of nothing in the undetermined sky.