Ten

 "Continued to take personal inventory and when we were wrong promptly admitted it."

There is trash on the moon,
Lunar litter left by astronauts
decades before I was born.
My days are like that sometimes
A million microchoices,
Evaluate the equations
Reaccess trajectory
Or there's garbage down
The generation line.
To pause and reflect
Adjust and do better,
and try again,
there is no try, only do
Each day a new beginning,
Again,
I try, To submit to
a higher power
than hubris of man
Which sullies the cosmos
Just because I can.