Tonight, you’ve turned away
from everything that is not
the earth, the moon, the stars.
In the late autumn field, on your back,
where the corn stalks have all been ploughed
you look up into the past—
and in that far distant place
you finally understand yourself,
beneath the stars. You see the light
that reveals how you’ve become
the living being that you are—
the one who has turned away
from everything, except
for the earth, the moon, the stars…