Of Us Coming Together Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Everything is good, or even too good to
Remember;
I cant feel the air-condition or even recall what I
Was doing,
Except that the light is glowing throughout all of the
Various tributaries,
And into the boudoirs to bask over the lunch meats
Of lonely housewives given into their
Dissected sorority;
And it is a kind that you will never have to know what
It is I mean, Alma:
That you were raised up all alone except for your sisters
And your cross dressing brother who I
Must remind you of all forlorn in the watery guts
Of Texas and its stretched out
Tourisms;
Because now I think that it will make you all right, and when
I take your brown hand down to the sea it
Won’t be for any sort of baptism:
Maybe you love my cousin, or just want more fireworks;
But it’s okay,
Because I still have so many things that I keep hidden for you,
Like undisclosed holidays that it will take an entire lifetime
Of us coming together to find.