The discovery of god’s blindness explained so much
that the confirmation and subsequent verification
of god’s existence was nearly overlooked.
People emptied out of doors in spite of the cold.
The white weightlessness of January snow in the air.
God’s tears, someone said, The tears of the blind
are not white, said another, Simple rain will do.
But the idea held firm in the mind,
and floating became equated with what falls
from sightless eyes beyond the clouds.