There on my kitchen floor was the crescent Moon. Truly, I looked down and saw a mud and manure, hay and pebble Moon. How did it get on my kitchen floor. How did the Moon come to be made of earth.
Somehow the Moon got trapped in the sole of my boot, then escaped onto my kitchen floor, perhaps thinking it was back home in the night sky.
I placed this earthen, cookie cutter moon on a blanket of stars and put it back outside where it belongs. Hoping, that as the day turns to night it finds its way home.