It was riding the trail of early morning glow.
Hanging ‘round, low and quiet-like
with just enough belly light east.
A crescent pulling on a sunrise
as if it was one of the earthly tides.
It’s a nighttime circuit rider
preaching to the dark side of our circle.
It will pull on the thought waves
and push them onto the shore
like grains of stardust.
It reminded me that humility
is a slow steady moon walk.