Net of looking

A net of looking
holds the world together.
And although I don't know it is with the blind,
my eyes go to rest on a back
that may be a god's.
Nevertheless
they look for another net,
another thread
that goes along closing eyes with a borrowed garment
and takes down a rain that now has no earth and no sky.
My eyes look for what makes us take off our shoes
to see if there is something holding us up from beneath
or invent a bird
to see whether the air exists
or create a world
to find out whether there's a god
or put our hat on to prove that we exist.