His toes on the moon
And sun in his mouth,
He soon drank too much
And spit it all out,
Sending out stars
To scatter and scout
The borders of night
For a riverine route
Splashing and spilling
Through shadows of doubt,
Flashing and filling
The hollows devout,
Holding out hope
To those in the crowd
Who still didn’t know
That they were allowed.
He stepped off the moon,
Made galaxies proud.