Rivers Poem by Pierre Rausch

I'm scared to leave
You explored in Euphrates, when clay sat in the mud
Built a hut near the Congo, when moth was in the reeds
You led to the Tiber, when the madhouse processed to nod
You fell for love when the Nile touched deep to sleep
Rivers - ancient dusty - rivers
- crying happiness -
You bathed in the Mississippi when swing marched through (New)
Orleans
You crawled in the Tigris, as wavelength came to stream
You who was as shapeless to water, as deep brother to Banias
daughter
Sister was the fathering womb, that shaped the Jordan near home
Rivers - ancient dusty - rivers
You explored in Euphrates, when clay prospered to mud
Built a hut near the Congo, when moth was in the reed
You bathed in Mississippi when swing marched through (New)
Orleans
You crawled in the Tigris, as wavelength came to stream
This is Heaven Number Seven