A Certain Other World

I believe there to be a certain world that is inhabited by the wild things, by fish and bird and furry beast, by the silently easing of the river as it slowly slides above its bed and the clouds that once formed far off and now again above the plateau.  It is cardinals tweeting and grass greening and the smell of the lake ripe and pungent that resides over all of humanity and groans out to God, “Oh God how long will you tarry with these humans?”