For those who believe the moon was born of the earth —
the liquid layers of our planet pulled first in one direction
then the other, back and forth by the sun’s insistent tides,
until the day a part separated, flung into space by enormous force,
itself immediately subject to the currents that sprung it free;

to those who say the moon was torn from the floor of what
became the Pacific Ocean, only to be locked in perpetual orbit
around the body from whence it came — I will admit the possibility,
because I know what it is to be launched alone into a new place,
forever adjacent, and assume your sudden, inescapable shape.

October 2015