Between earth and sky and the bearded light
of filtering stars, I walked away homeless,
death trailed close behind like a poor relative,
but tonight, something
in the smell of the earth got to me,
and for the very first time
I saw how the moon stared down
at this crippled planet reflectingthat even though
mud was hurled about my being
no more than an incantation,
a slob, murderer, miscreant,
knew that my heart was in the right place,
my feet not clay. Truth.