I’ve spent most of my life trying
to feel God

I wonder now if maybe
I’ve been overcomplicating it all
a bit

today I felt God in the
warm April wind
on my tired face

and the sunlight that meets
my cold grey skin after
six months of winter

is that not the kiss of God Herself?

when I close my eyes and sway in
a hammock slung
between hardware-store chains

are not Her gentle arms rocking me like a child
under the arching trees?

I’ve spent most of my life trying
to feel God

perhaps all along She was as close
as my own skin

obscured only by my refusal to rest