when logic does not work
and instinct fails us
when we can't quite locate
those we have loved
and learned to trust -
not friends
nor family nor creatures -
when even God
is beyond a Wall-
we sometimes reach out in the dark -
resort to crazy little habits -
dog paddle to keep afloat -
till God flows in the wind again
large and glowing as the clouds
or shining
from the hearts
of kin,
man, toad, or beetle
or arching tree,
in the love from a stranger
or light from a foe.