Something That They Cannot Understand Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Then there were angels upon a stage
Before you were here
My wife and her god couldn't understand—
Sometimes I stand out overweight beneath the nocturnal
Orange groves and try to figure out just what I
Cannot comprehend—
As the infant wakes up under the street lights and
Looks up at the comet that is already lost—
The housewives are beginning to kiss themselves—
And the words I cannot find stand like kindergarteners
Outside a museum while the sun shines atop a
Graveyard where my ancestors
Kiss the dirty knees of the earth
Hoping that she will finally give them something
That they cannot understand.