Such Marvelous And Unfettered Wisdoms Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Sustaining the angels’ sleeping sounds,
Bodies clap the way they used to- and I am making love,
But not while sleeping in
My father’s house anymore: I am all alone out in the
Prairie or in the darkened cradles of the cypress swamps;
And I am not dreaming of anyone
Save Alma, even if she doesn’t believe me,
And is going back to her house again tonight:
It will be okay, because I remember the little pool in her belly
Button milky with the sweat of the oysters and their
Tongues,
The lucky glues we strung together too early to be remembered
By Christmas- but there,
As sure as forest fires pushing reindeer under the habituating
Clouds and further beneath the make believe loins
Of such marvelous and unfettered wisdoms.