The Cars And The Houses Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Religion in my senses- euphoria of a dog
Who is not here-
Probably the very thing that loves me greatest
Upon the earth,
While my fires burn for one woman as for
Another:
My heart does its pirouettes as new students
Matriculate from high school
To college:
Their journey is vibrant, even almost
Stupendous:
I can see them caracoling around their peers
Underneath the maples or sleeping in another classroom:
Doing all of their favorite stuff- while the cloud
Banks spill authoritatively across the earth:
Muscle bound yet ethereal: there they speed
Indefinitely- and the cars
Underneath them, and the houses- pieces who
Believe in their game, as if by summoning up some
Words from the lips of my fingers, I could make them
Inevitably real.