The Absolute Belief Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Distances are gone as the paper airplanes
Are folded and the Ferris Wheels
Yawn up to the lesser gods in the clouds,
And elephants remember the sound of the phone
Ringing,
And I have touched myself to the sound of her voice
Which brought in the weather
Fronts
And the spikenards of dear boys, while the horses
Ran, collecting
Patinas around the copper fences:
The conquistadors slept all kittycornered up to their
Stone crosses in the shallow knees of the mangroves,
And then we said our blessings
Under the stamp of traffic lights, and when the song
Finally came it blessed us
And the reasons for our existence ran like the unstymied
Blood from a wound that open in
All of us the absolute belief that we were really there.