The River

Yes, we’ll gather by the river,

the beautiful, the beautiful river.

They say it runs by the throne of God.

This is where God invented fish.

Wherever, but then God’s throne is as wide

as the universe. If you’re attentive you’ll

see the throne’s borders in the stars. We’re on this side

and when you get to the other side we don’t know

what will happen if anything. If nothing happens

we won’t know it, I said once. Is that cynical?

No, nothing is nothing, not upsetting just

nothing. Then again maybe we’ll be cast

at the speed of light through the universe

to God’s throne. His hair is bounteous.

All the 5,000 birds on earth were created there.

The firstborn cranes, herons, hawks, at the back

so as not to frighten the little ones.

Even now they remember this divine habitat.

Shall we gather at the river, this beautiful river?

We’ll sing with the warblers perched on his eyelashes.

We’ll meet down by the riverside