God is in the details:
The faintest glow on the very edge of a single wing
Of a butterfly 
Sweet and golden with sunshine

The most subtle shade of green as it is seen
From a certain window
On a certain meadow
In a certain light

The incandescence of sand grains
Perfect as they are infinite
When you find but a few at the bottom of the bath
A reminder, sharp and sweet
Of beaches rolled on and sweat
That glided down a dappled flank and pooled
In a tawny navel

And the clouds
Heavy uncaring cold
Bearing heavy days
I let them caress the top of my head and remember
God is
In the details.