Through The Space Of Unicorns Poem by Robert Rorabeck

I was staring through the space of unicorns
And listening to the captivated sea
Just before I was just about ready to fall asleep;
And I remembered Alma’s hair tumbling through the
Blue sheets,
And I was there like a ship making love to a
Mermaid:
There were things that our bodies said, and gave
While the unions poured their choruses underneath the
Rain clouds
That could take on any shape and be so proud of
Themselves,
And how they covered the memories of our truancy:
How I suddenly began to live again this sweet afternoon
In Alma’s arms, as the waves
Came with my breathing, and my swearing that I
Wanted to be with her when she was a grandmother
Until she broke away once again over the fences,
Sounding her opulence and pointing her horn toward
The sun.