The world insists on changing
always,
without my notice.

I noticed
today, a new, strange thing, by a river.
I forgot

to remember
how always this strangeness comes,
with a new sunrise,

to worlds and rivers.

We can never
be perfect, or alone
in Paradise.

It exists on a river,
and you and me, who know
so much about rivers,

know they go nowhere.

So, please,
if you please?

Be silent, and present,
like a river,
or a world, when I get there

to you, in Paradise?