Fell down to my knees
in front of an honest sky
and truth,
with its piercing crown of light,
tore at my skin 
and told me to stand.
Slowly, slowly,
I stood,
inhaled dusk.
The clouds, those clouds,
how softly they supported my spine.
And these years old boots,
with nicks and
bruises, still
determined
to carry me another day …
another night… other dreams…❤