I watched the moon,
As she stood in solidarity with the sun,
In the in-between hours,
Of day and dusk.
I wondered if she ever feels out of place –
Away from her starry skies,
And nights of deep infinite blue.
She found herself in a place,
Where she wouldn’t normally stand,
Yet, she held herself,
With innermost poise,
And unmoving grace.
The world moves, she still stands.
Just look, you still stand.