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.

“Walk on.”