The Insignificant Walls Of Her Attended Bedroom Poem by Robert Rorabeck

My childhood neighborhood lost in
A deluge of Spanish tongues- bodies wringed with
Gold- How far away they seem to have come
From her,
Mestizos out humming toward water fountains,
Out riding their bicycles or trimming yards:
Beautiful, innocent people
Who find so many loves and take them all to
The waves where the sunlight follows laughing after
Them,
And my words rebound like harmless eels around
The dunes of their family,
Wanting to be let into the traditions that they have
Left behind- but she goes home with him,
Brown skin upon brown skin:
She forgets about me as she hears her children’s
Laughter and the candlelight decorates
And colonnades the insignificant walls of her
Attended bedroom.