Through the stars, the moon slips
Unstoppable. A woman
Somewhere in snow, somewhere
Suddenly drunk, discovers she's covered
By whiteness. A thousand stars

Fall around the moon.
She has felt most of her life this lost
And out of place. She looks from moon to sun,
Words frozen together, sluggish.
She would call out a name.
She would call the name of
The moon expecting an answer.
The moon will not
Move any further across the sky today.
The moon trapped in light, unable
To travel in any direction.
Strangely beautiful. This hope.