Supernatural Uneasiness Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Sometimes they will try to hide the heavens
While the trailer parks gleam with
Christmas trees
And the bicycles sleep alone next to the super markets
Closed
Beneath the preternatural mountains:
And I will say to myself, as the rivers are filled
With garden snakes-
After the rains have flooded the hibiscus,
Making them nude and pregnant:
That this was just a song I knew in color,
And they are probably making love right now,
And the Zephyrs are filled with ornaments-
Even though they are not making love,
Because she pleads for me alone in her bedroom as
Her heart makes similar perpetrations,
And she reaches towards me with supernatural
Uneasiness,
Even while she kisses her children driving them home
From school.