Knowing They Could Not Escape Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Cathedral in a sea of lights—search beams for something
Already there—
It seems they have found this in their hands—
Mad in love, headed home in their car,
Touching brown to copper skin
Underneath the wires hanging of the same color
In the arboretum,
A castanet over the shells of the neighborhood—
They stretched and laid
And sweated—spilling into one another's estuaries
Like trout pearling into the higher dimness—
Until they were forgotten by the entire world
And, resting,
Were gladdened, knowing they could not escape.