the moon comes out at the most inopportune times
i recall once it lit up the sky and i was able to see
my acts - i embarrassed continued on - when young
i used to drive north just to drive and go to where
i heard of God - a catholic church built by Germans
there i would i sit in my car and notice the moon
pretend that the shadows were apparitions for this
i came and little more - then back past Zion i would
drive home tears in my eyes knowing the moon
it led me home many a night as i drove half awake
to visit my children in a house that once belonged to
me and still keeps my name - i often wonder if my
little girl looks out the window and sees my car
slowly skimming down past the moon - returning
