So the last section of the book is called Of God
and Of the Gods.
And I read a few poems from it to close.
The first one in the section is called Of Rivers.
Rivers remember in the pulse of their springs,
in curl and slide and onrush, lakeward and seaward, a touch
shuddering them forth, a voice intoning them
into their ebbing and flood.
Fingertip, breath of God or Goddess
in whom their fealty rests.
Rendered by being unceasingly the pilgrim
conversation of waterflesh.
That remembrance gives them their way
to know, in unknowing flowing, the God of the gods,
whom the gods themselves have not imagined.