Each of us standing at a particular
Spot we favor — our own location
Along the mortal shore.
Scanning the horizon.
There it is!
We watch the boat of the Book
All our beloveds on board.
Waving from the deck,
Calling out our name.
Some of them singing.
Gazing at us with that look we loved.
EACH OF US STANDING… from Orr’s forthcoming collection “River Inside the River”