The Thieveries Of Moonlight Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Nooses of sky over green pepper fields-
A grandfather and a granddaughter attending,
The coral snakes under hooves of loose thoughts drifting
Away like stolen bicycles,
Or muses that don’t reorganize themselves anymore- words that feel
A money changer’s scale provide no intercourse for
The senseless at heart,
As the mother I once knew waits in doors, the cicadas
Waiting in their changing rooms of trees
With the schools closed down and the selkies lay
With the fallen oranges molding beneath the trees:
I thought I saw your eyes once, I thought I saw them looking
Away while my guardian angel evaporated with the
Burning lighthouses kneeling in the senseless day-
With my wonderful mother underneath the roof,
The thieveries of moonlight stealing all that she was away.