How I Hold You Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Candelabrums at my mothers wedding, like ancient
Movies and whales moving like kingdoms in the sea,
And making love:
You know I’ve seen you there, when you open your eyes
To the glimmer through your transoms under the mountain:
How you move amidst the pinball machines, your
Daughter cooing,
Grapes of your majesty where the gods drool like mollusks,
And the boys kick balls like souvenirs for Christmas:
You live in a little house atop a crust of snow.
Some people ice-skate: your eyes are as blue and distant
As virgins in their forgotten strong-holds,
And now I know who you are. This is how I hold you.