3C. "Gibbous Psalm"

In dreams I wander free, exile no more;
In Djuna's arms I lie, exile no more.

When I meet those who speak my inner language
Our slant is understood, exile no more.

Far from the crush of cities I dismount
To dance beside a fire, exile no more.

My poem silently hurls through interstellar
Space to find its mark: exile no more.

Before I've had my coffee yet I reach
And grasp with left hand first--exile no more.