After mowing grass last night, I sat heavily in the chair outside the garage,
And looked up at the Moon, high and in the first quarter this May evening.
It is morning in the Sea of Tranquility- that thought led to others;
Space is not over for us (it is hardly yet even begun!), forty-odd years
After the Eagle stooped over the lunar regolith and came lightly to rest.
Many dreams have come and gone, and many disappointments.
Take a deep breath, do not despair, let hope back in.
It is morning, in Tranquility.