Infatuations Of The Sea Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Heavens brought a forest fire onto the lighthouse
And another song
Of dead heartbeats of Indians
In the graphite
Of narcoleptic estuaries: while I remembered so
Many times passing her way-
Swaying like the traffics of the tide,
Inland to the city, and then away;
And praying to booze
And fireworks,
Even while my parents were up all night
And making love,
And the tigers became tangled together in the cages
Like the first afternoon in which we made love-
Holding hands and
Playing baseball as the gardens grew-
And the storms sweated cerulean confections
Too dangerous to touch,
And the jellyfish spread outwards in an electric
Garden manifested in the glowing infatuations of the sea.