The Meaning Of Their Words Poem by Robert Rorabeck

I don’t remember how I started out
Almost drunken from the boat, diving to
Save that pearl,
The sun a parasol all through the school day/
We made love from the bed where her
Children could hear, so I bought
Them things
As we waited for a hurricane that was supposed
To arrive in five days,
And the other housewives called their alley cats;
But it would not rain underneath the overpass,
So they held their flea markets,
And I sat on the occultish greenery
Of our ancestors with my coloring books,
Trying to remember how I had found her,
Or how tadpoles metamorphosis into the meaning
Of their words.