God Found

I feel a miniscule movement
on my hand. A tiny fly,
has landed on me. Its legs so fine
they are lines drawn in light.
Here is God on my palm,
probing my Life Line - a trench
to Him. The faint gust of my breath
like mustard gas. God staggers

for grip as I turn my hand,
testing Him. God walks on unafraid,
crossing the No Man's Land
to my Fertility Line, mounting
the contours, rising and falling
in the folds of my skin. I move
my hands together in prayer.
God gets caught in my ting hairs.
I blow hard. God clings
for a moment. Then falls. See-
through wings panic. In a blink
God is gone.