Moon, Moon, Moon, Moonlight

In the search of a Haiku, I found how beautifully a 21st century poet addressed to his favourite classic poet. 
… lifting my cup, 
I asked the moon
to drink with me …
—Li Po

And if Li Po had
got the moon in his mitts
what would he have done with it?
—Cid Corman   
Today, I decided, I will stay with these words and leave rest of the search for tomorrow.

Moon was its usual self
Myself was the one lost and fuzzy
Moonlight still showed the way