In the Rising of the Moon

The last time I looked up the sky, 
the Moon was rising, with an attitude to boot.
 
But then again, was it the Moon rising or 
Me finally waking up to the fact that
To be human means to rise and set
As the Earth turns? 
 
For not to rise or set is 
To refuse the responsibility of being creaturely
To refuse growing up and carrying the Earth
In and out of phase, in Gratitude
For all that is given—free of charge.
 
We may have forgotten our creaturely-ness
Since we have chosen to charge the Earth
the Moon, the Sun, the Galaxy, and one another
For what is given to us—without charge.
 
May the tidal Forces of the Moon & Life, jiggle me awake, 
So I leave the Earth better than I found it.