Against Distance
By Trey Moody
I don’t know who needs to hear this
other than me, but the moon will never leave
you, you are good enough for the moon
and the moon is good enough for you,
because you are here and the moon is there
every time the moon is supposed to be
there, and isn’t it interesting when we want
to show up for each other we say we are
counting on it and what else but numbers
teach us we are each one, and what else
but the moon teaches us we are each many,
so when you try counting your remaining
moments with the moon, the moon
that will never, ever leave you, give up.
Even the moon inches a little more distant
every year. I’ve heard grief is only love
with nowhere to go. But then you look up.
