Sometimes then a river pauses
Like the moment before a prayer
Like a heart valve before its close
Like the sun's galactic orbit
In golden swings of oscillation
The limit of its power's reached,
And earth trembles for its star.

Some rivers run to yesterday
Where fireflies blow and drift in random
Where sacred fish will lick your hands
Where mind has other things to do
Going nowhere you will go there
You will go the rest alone
Some rivers run to yesterday.

               april 15, 2015