The day comes when you become the center of the universe

You sit in the middle of your house

The chairs and table and the trunks

Have become the planets that

Revolve around you.

You close your eyes and keep

Your arms beneath you.

You become the sun and the

Slits of lights coming from the

Leak of your roof and the windows

And shutters and blinds

Become your stars.

The silver basin on the sink

Has become your moon.

You clench your fists.

Your room has become

The empty space of your

Self-made universe.

The world is silent in its

Wholeness. You float and you

Travel alone along the edges

Of emptiness.

The morning comes and the

Dog opens your door

Licking your feet and face

And wagging its tail to

Catch your attention.

It sees you: bald, untrimmed

Beard, stinking skin, loose skin

In the arms and neck, broken teeth,

Bloated guts, crooked backbone.

It is the dog that loves you

You are its truth.