The drop of a hat
Gives us something to occupy
our hands, Your damaan
rather then the usual coattails
into which we sink our fingers
yanked hither and yon,
their common thread being
the desire to be different than we are,
the relative freedom of a self-created world
preferred to the larger dimensions
that surround and determine
our every move and position.
Holding on to Your damaan
to train us in persistence,
offering the rugged, reciprocal texture of fidelity.
O child of God, you cling to self
and let go His coat at the drop of a hat.