God Is Not

What is but what is not god,
The bits that aren’t lit with gold

At the edge, the bits that are.
Waves slosh back and forth in troughs

Of waves that serve as big tubs
For short waves, and as short waves

For the long ones. Yet god is
In here, as more than one wave

Has it, names it, or claims it
Is too vast a wave to have

A name at all, thus, a knot
Of no names that are not god.